Finally, Friday is here. It’s been far too long. After groceries, running kids here and there, renting videos, and picking up pizzas, my ass is finally in my chair next to my records spinning BoC’s ‘Geodaddi’ that I just picked up.

You know, they say home is where the heart is(who are they, and who makes them experts?), and I tend to agree with that generalized statement. Home is indeed where the heart is; it’s also where my vinyl is, and where my fridge is which is where my beer lives. I can remember thinking as a kid and teen “Why doesn’t grandpa ever come over to visit? He never leaves his house? Why do we have to always go see him instead of the other way around?” Well, I get it now, grandpa. I get (12)

About the Author jhubner73

This is where I drop the spat and spittle, the sentimental fat and drivel... Music and such, and maybe a word or two about a word or two. Midwest point-of-view, without all that religion and gun stuff. Intellectually unintellectual. Elitist for the pizza and beer crowd. Grab a bean bag and lounge in the basment for a while, won't you?


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