undercoverjoe wrote:You forgot to add to that tremendous (in your eyes) career that you have reached your peak and have risen to part time retail work. All those songs you wrote are really paying off. Impressive.
If your facade of marriage to hide your real sexuality had produced children you could brag to them you work part time retail. Wow.
Good thing you didn't pass on those bottom of the barrel genes. Achieving part time retail work in your mid 40's is not a great example to set for children. Thankfully your boyfriend - hidden life partner was against the idea.
Now onto politics. Are you in solidarity with the Occupy Tuckahoe Park? Oh, you can't, you are now the man, a leading member of big capitalism.
Well now, that was impressive. As pathetic as you make my life seem, you can't come close to any of it. I loved the part about part-time retail. I work for old friends, I've worked for them off and on for over 20 years, besides everything else I do. I feel like it's better than unemployment compensation. I'm sorry if it doesn't meet your high standards. I think I see your real problem: envy.
Where's your wife Joe? "I beat her and she left."
Where's your job, Joe? "I effed off in local stores instead of seeing clients, and they 'downsized' me."
Where's your kid, Joe? "He won't be seen in public with me anymore."
Where's your job, Joe? "I'd rather be on unemployment than work."
Where's you band, Joe? "I have no talent or drive."
Where's your songs, Joe? "I said I have no talent or drive."
Where's your friends, Joe? "I bullied them until they left."
Where's your sanity, Joe? "I can't remember."
Where's your reputation, Joe? "I squandered it on the internet."
What did you squander it on, Joe? "You're a socialist. Vote Ron Paul."
Now, what are Johnny the Loser's plans for the weekend? Friday afternoon, putz around on the pickup truck I just saved up and paid cash for, and restring one of the dobro's I play for money. Friday evening, coffeehouse gig in my hometown (lots of old friends will be there). Saturday morning/afternoon, work at the store. Saturday evenng, another hayride show for the Penn State greeks, where I'll make as much money as I did working all week at the store. Sunday am, my wife will make me breakfast, and we'll do housework together, then go to her parent's house, where I'm painting the interior, because they're family. Sunday evening my wife and I will hang out on the couch and watch TV until it's time for her to go to work. If I feel like it, I might go sit in with the Hurricanes (I have a standing invitation). Yup, I'm a big fat zero, joey, and you're the all-time champ. You really showed me, didn't you?
And yes, joe, I'm gay. Gay for YOU.

I can't quit you, brokebackjoe, you're my drug.
