January 2011
5 posts
Beware the Ides of March
I was born on March 15th, the year of our lord, nineteen hundred and eighty-three. You might remember that date, though not the year, as “The Ides of March,” AKA “The Day Caesar was murdered!” stabbed in the ass by a consortium of senators, lead by his best friend forever, oh my God, rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off.
And I know what you’re thinking....
I see you over there, 1993. With your acid washed jeans, your ‘No Fear’ t-shirt, sucking on your rat tail, listening to Tone Loc on your yellow Walkman. I see you, and no one’s going to let you in the house. Stop looking in the window through your Dwayne Wayne flip up glasses, and go connect to your dial up and post on an X-Files fanfic message board. Then, maybe catch Arsenio...