Last night was my birthday. OK, the whole day was my birthday. I wound up standing outside Webster Hall in NYC flyering a bunch of poser fucks who went to see System Of A Down. I’d ask if anyone wanted to get rid of George Bush and there were quite a few dicks who’d be like, “Nah – I don’t mind him.” I find it really odd that these same people just got their groove on to lyrics like, “Fuck the system, Fuck the system, Fuck the system” … IDIOTS! [not system of a down, but some of their fans].
this kind of thing does not make for a fun birthday.
I gave birth to my first son on November 22, 1995. He loves it when his day lands on Turkey Day.