Okay. Point taken. I am sure that you have missed something here along the way down this here path of mine. I couldn’t care less what Sr. has to say about the damage that his kid is doing to poor innocent trees with feelings, nor the chunks of concrete mixing with blood and bone out there in wherever the hell it was that he tried to make nice with the earth. I was merely trying to point out the fact that this kid has gone off the rails of Ozzy’s version of a Japanese train through an apartment building.
I don’t really care what Sr. thinks, I just want someone to say, “Umm Kellen, uh yeah, your son over here could use some advice.” You’d think that pops would be grabbing Redux by the ears and drowning him in his superbike gas tank before lighting him on fire and hitting him with his belt. The kid is trying to be a professional football player for crying out loud. Somebody needs to get him to start acting like one, and it sure as hell isn’t going to be one of the Postal Brothers.
More weekend things I like:
-Bikini Clad Super Vixens
-Girls who take off their jackets
-Rain Free Saturdays
-Block Parties that are 7 days away and patios that have kegs to celebrate. Yeah!!