Aces High...with DR
I was sitting in my favorite leather chair this morning, listening to music, when Frank Sinatra popped up on iTunes. I immediately closed all the blinds in the house as I paraded around singing along with the guido. My microphone…the cable box remote control. As I belted out “Come Fly with Me” I couldn’t help think to myself…wait a minute Dan…you need your own lounge act. Yes! Finally…it all makes sense. I need to be in a satin tuxedo singing lounge songs and cracking lame jokes in the lounge at the Flamingo in Vegas. Maybe I could have a show like Aces High with Sam Rothstein from Casino.
If you have never seen the movie Casino…hit the X in the upper right corner of your screen…you are no longer allowed to read this blog.
Eternal Damnation
There have been some recent comments and discussions about my place in the afterlife. I feel I should address these, once and for all.
When you get to hell, make an immediate right and head all the way back to the end of the bar. I’ll be sitting at the bar, next to MDR, by the restrooms. MDR is going to save me a seat. Once I get there, I’ll try to save as many seats as possible. I can’t promise anything.
Also, be sure to wear a Hawaiian shirt and flip flops…I hear it gets pretty steamy in there.
Thomas Kincade Fucked Me…Again
Finished a 1,000 piece puzzle yesterday. Well, technically, I finished 998 pieces of it. Two were missing. I moved all the furniture, looked everywhere for it, and wept loudly for a while…no use…still 2 pieces shy.
Here is a pic of 99.8% of Serenity Cove.
Last night was the first night since January 1st that I went to sleep sober. No booze. No soup. No pain killers. Seriously.
Slept terribly. Couldn’t fall asleep. Woke up far too many times. Remembered my dreams.
This blog hasn’t yet become a dream forum…so I’ll leave it at that…but I’m sure you all can assume how fucked up my dreams can be. Definitely going to pop some Vicodin before hitting the sack tonight.
“Wake Up”
“Testify”
I notice that Fun with the Kuehls is placed above Davids Corner in the blog hierarchy. Take that Katcher.
ReplyDeleteI have never seen Casino. Dan, your poem made me weep. How do you know MDR will beat you to hell?
ReplyDeleteBecause I, unlike MDR, are not on "borrowed time". Plus, we all know I can not be killed by conventional weapons.
ReplyDeleteCordially,
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