09 September 2008

The Frayed Ends Of $200 Socks


When I jokingly called Metallica "poseurs" to get a rise outta my buddies back in high school, I never realized how prophetic my meaningless criticism would become. What's next, pap photos of King Diamond exiting a Dolce & Gabbana in Milan?
Hotcha! Hank

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2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hank...

25 years past HS.
No tatoos....no Armani bags.

The wood doesn't come as quickly.
Yet I am eager to fetch it

Those "books in front of the boner moments"..ahh yes...just don't jazz in the pants...a long gone memory

I jones for the days of an honest prolonged stifffie.

September 13, 2008 7:24 PM  
Blogger Hank Mohaski said...

Well, I've got tattoos, and I do own a sweet leather briefcase, though it's not Armani...

As for wood - still no need for little blue pills at the age of 40+, and whattya know, Metallica's new album isn't bad, though I'd never play it while sexing...That's what ElectroFunk-era Miles Davis or Wiseblood's Motorslug LP is for...

Motorslug!

September 14, 2008 7:14 PM  

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