NIGHT IN THE RUTS
Do you ever the get the feeling you're trying way too hard to have a good time? That your life is a series of near-misses? That you just dodged another bullet? That's the story of my summer so far. Foot loose and fancy free? Happy-go-lucky? Takin 'er easy for all us sinners? Nay Bro. This has been the summer of hard won fun. Wha' happened? I will share with you the abridged version. Last month, I was cruising along, mindin my own, when a huge boulder the size of a ten-pin bowling ball came out of nowhere and bounced under my car while I was doing 70 mph in the middle lane, going south on I-95. I ran the sucker over, blew out my right rear tire and had to wait an hour and a half for AAA. No, I don't know how to change a tire. $280 for a new one. The whole experience was very un-Dude. What else? I had to have a 'smallish' basal cell carcinoma removed from the front of my left shoulder. For reasons that are unclear, I thought the out-patient surgery was going to take ten minutes. An hour and a half and twenty stitches later, I knew my trip to Las Vegas two days later wasn't happening. Why were you going to Las Vegas? To get AERO-FIED and rock with my grrls. No dice! And speaking of the greatest American rock band of all time Phil, the Bad Boys have had more than their fair share of bad luck this summer. TYLER'S shoulder is in bad shape after his fall in Sturgis last week and the tour's on hold. Sucks all around. But if there's one thing I've learned, AEROSMITH won't die. Just when you think they're all said and done, they come roaring back, kickin' and screamin' all over the place. And we'll be ready!
