i'm a midnight teaser, real soul pleaser
Oh yeah, and he has a Nextel phone. This means lots of walkie-talkie conversations. Last night, while stuck in Brownsville, TX for the night we went to a reasonably nice Mexican seafood restaurant. In the middle of dinner, she two-ways him and for nearly five minutes carries on a conversation with her with the volume at full blast. Now granted, I'm not the most refined person on the planet, but I do have manners. He didn't excuse himself, ask her to call instead, or anything. He just sat there having this conversation with her and that annoying chirp going off every 15-20 seconds and her voice broadcasting through out the restaurant.
As if all of this wasn't enough, he talks just like Sam in I Am Sam. Both in tone and cadence. It's maddening.
We're now in Laredo waiting on a new load. My guess is we're here for the night. While getting a much needed shower, the truckstop PA was pumping out classic soul and put me in a mood. After returning to the truck I grabbed the headphones and loaded the laptop up with some Wilson Picket, Otis Redding, and Ray Charles. Tom was back from his shower, two-waying back and forth with his girl, so blasting "I'm a Midnight Mover" was a nice escape.
Now, don't get me wrong. I don't care what anyone chooses to do with their life. It's your body and if it makes you happy, knock yourself out. There are lots of people who just don't like red meat and choose predominantly vegetarian diets for themselves or do so for genuine, specific health conditions under the care of a physician. What irks me about a lot of vegans though, is the militant self-righteousness, blatant propoganda, lies, departure from reality, and lack of logic used in justifying what is nothing more than the fashionable lifestyle choice of a pretentious, self-important twit. Not only is the belief that a vegan diet is better for you than a balanced diet which includes meat patently wrong, it can be dangerous if you just swallow most of the vegan propoganda for the sake of being trendy.
There's a reason why emo kids are all pasty, underweight, and sickly looking. Grow-up and have a pork chop, son.