Goddamit, Taco Bell!

Why, why, why do you insist on putting my tacos in the friggin' bag upside down? It has to be part of your SOP because every single FUCKING Taco Bell that I've ever driven through has put my tacos in the bag upside-fucking-down!
Why don't you just spit in my burrito & get it over with?

A Father Worries...

Kids these days...What's a Father to do? My younger son (left), an innocent less than 20 years old, decided that he needed some adventure in his life, so he ups & boogies to Texas of all godfersaken places...to see a young lady whom he knows primarily via Myspace.

Well, the lad flew into Austin, got himself a suite at a local caravansari, & seems to be all right...At least he checked in with me. It'll be hard to sleep until he gets back...

Well, it just makes me feel guilty (again!) for what I put my mother through with the footloose & fancy-free ways of my youth. At least this one understands that his parents need to know that he's all right...

Oh Boy! Creating a blog!

Well...Here I go...My very first blog...I've been meaning to do this for quite a while, so it's about time...What a lot of choices to make, though. Finding a name was (suprisingly) a bit of a challenge...I mean, I am the Original Rockdawg, right? I kinda like this template, though...Soothing, a Safe Haven, away from the cares of the world...I should probably do something about my posture, though...Lying on my left side, typing with my right hand can't be ergonomically correct...Kim, the RM & S Amazon at work would be shooting deadly memos at me...