Less Car More Life

That's the name of the new blog I'm writing for. "Less Car More Life." For the first article I'm just going to mention things that rhyme with the phrase. Things like Hesh Star Sore Wife, Bless Mars Poor knife, Piss Poor Shore fights. I could go on and on, and you probably would want me to, but I'm not going to.

Why?

Because this should be interesting to you. I mean you take the time out of your "car free" life to sit down in front of your screen and read about how taking muni and riding your bike actually enriches your life. And yes, it is healthier to walk or take a bike, especially in San Francisco; where so many of our residents are more physically fit when compared to other cities. My friends and I would always use the expression, in a Dick Vitale voice mind you, "Always go outside!”

You should go outside. Meet your neighbors, try to get involved with the shit going on outside. Why do you want to be cooped up in sky towers when there is so much going on on the street level? People are wilding out, cars and busses flow like ocean waves. (I'm actually stealing that line from my friend's band. You can check them out here.) The motion of people's actions throughout a city are so timed and so well oiled that when it works well, people can move around almost effortlessly. Hell, I'm sure there's a huge population of San Franciscans who move along public transit on weekend nights (weekday nights for the scenesters) without being totally conscious.

It's fun to ride public transit, but don't ride it drunk. Like Trobe said, riding around intoxicated can lead to tickets for public drunkenness. Yeah, that may be a risk, but first the cops have to catch me, and I'm out before they even hit the floor, zoot!

AND NOW

For my readers who really care about, what I really care about, I can tell you that my life is about to begin. It's not even begun. ANTM is back, and so are conversations with certain women. These are the days that I look forward to, the ones that get me out of bed. "You're really trying to look morose," he said. And I guess I am. It's all an act to you. You see what I'm like for the first time, I'm sure it'll be the last time. Don't play me like I wouldn't act on it. These people will never know me.

A final bow as the audience throws rotten tomatoes at me. They're tired of my old songs and lack of charisma. "How long did you expect us to pity you?" Their voices deep in sarcasm and dripping with bitterness. It would be their brushed off shoulders that would bite me the hardest. The look over from the corner of the bar, looking annoyed with what I'm trying to do on stage. You've seen bad performances like this before. A simple three piece that doesn't play tight music. The vocals are low in the mix and when you do hear them, they're out of tune. Yes, it's something of a pathetic site. I don't blame you for not coming to the shows.

You should though, since this is all I have of myself. Why would you wish ill will upon me? Your cold stares pull me inside and lower my temperature since you have such an astounding affect on me. Yes, these are hard times you're putting me through.