When you love your partner as much as I’m supposed to, you tend to exaggerate the truth to such an extent that it takes on a life of its own and reads like an episode of the as of yet unaired “Invasion of The Imagination of The Guy From The Place that Might Not Exist”, starring someone and someone else. I shouldn’t joke about these things and that’s why I do. Not too long ago, I used to think that my resentment for Bon Jovi controlled my entire life. It turns out that I was very much wrong:
I’m proud to say it’s not money that controls my entire life, it’s the pints of Rocky Road Double Chocolate Chip ice cream it buys, sigh . . .
The almighty dollar wields its power by withholding itself, guaranteeing that none of us will ever be able to get enough of him.
How true this is! Even Bon Jovi or BEER can’t match its power!
But if I was to have another beer with Bon Jovi…wait a minute, I’m saying too much!
Damn, that dollar bill is a cocky bastard. He’s right but he’s cocky.
The worst of the cocky bastards are the one’s who are right!