This blog is mostly stories and observations from Alabama. Since I first realized that The Man runs everything (and that I am not The Man), I quit trying to figure it all out and now I just try to find the humor in things. What better place for that than Alabama? You might not think anything on here is even remotely amusing, particularly if you're not from around here, but a good friend advised me to write this for me, not you. No offense.
I've been living here for a long time, so that's why they're Alabama stories. If one of my stories didn't happen in Alabama then it's probably about some dumbass from Alabama who went somewhere else, and everything went horribly wrong.
If you are a struggling Hollywood screenwriter and want to use some of these stories to win fame, fortune and an Oscar, then knock yourself out. I was rich once and my life wasn't any better than it is now. Also, once you get rich you won't be able to write for shit.
Here's what I'm going to write about:
People in Alabama. This state is home to some of the most entertaining storytellers, dumbest rednecks, crookedest politicians, greediest scumbags, richest ne'er-do-wells, craftiest lawyers, drunkest drunks, craziest town idiots, best musicians, sleaziest dickheads, meanest bitches and greatest sumbitches I ever knew. Some are alive, some are dead and some I've made up. Here is where I write about them.
The recession. They say it's over. Well, they're full of shit. I've got some stories about the recession, some firsthand, others I just heard about. Sometimes I wonder about people who don't really know how to do anything -- like, how in the hell are they going to come out of all this? What are these folks going to do when it's over, and nobody hires them back because we figured out ways to do without them?
Amusing but true. Like when the cop in Prichard saw an old homeless dude pulling thirty feet of chain down Bay Bridge Road and the cop yelled, "Hey! What you doing pullin' that chain?" And the old guy answered, "What the fuck you want me to do? Push it?"
Public corruption. I have seen it with my own two eyes. There are a lot of hands out. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this blog anonymous enough to name names. That's a shame. Some of the stories are worth telling, though. There are some big ol' brass balls out there.
Politics. I am in favor of humane executions, so I guess in Alabama that makes me a lefty.
The University of Alabama. I'm a third generation graduate and my daughter will soon make it four. It's one of the few institutions I believe in, for the most part. The education was probably as good as most places. I came out with some better-than-average social skills and can hold my liquor with anybody. My knowledge of Crimson Tide football is encyclopedic. If it's raining outside, I like to sit in my house and count my national championships. It's weird, every time I count them I keep coming up with a different number.
Parenthood. This is a tough subject. I think I've been a pretty good dad based on the outcome. Or maybe I was just lucky, who knows. The story about being pestered into giving up cigarettes is funny as hell, however. I can't wait to get it down on paper, or on the blog (in the blog?). Whatever this damn thing is.
Food. Son of a bitch, I love food. I write on another blog about food. I should link that, I guess.
Religion. I am a Bryantologist. We don't hate gay people or liberals, we just hate Aubs. There will be a big blog post on this, and I am sure my Aub brethren will take issue with some of the teachings of Bryantology, but let me assure you, a hardcore Bryantologist is harder to argue with than a hardcore creationist or an Atlanta lawyer.
I've been living here for a long time, so that's why they're Alabama stories. If one of my stories didn't happen in Alabama then it's probably about some dumbass from Alabama who went somewhere else, and everything went horribly wrong.
If you are a struggling Hollywood screenwriter and want to use some of these stories to win fame, fortune and an Oscar, then knock yourself out. I was rich once and my life wasn't any better than it is now. Also, once you get rich you won't be able to write for shit.
Here's what I'm going to write about:
People in Alabama. This state is home to some of the most entertaining storytellers, dumbest rednecks, crookedest politicians, greediest scumbags, richest ne'er-do-wells, craftiest lawyers, drunkest drunks, craziest town idiots, best musicians, sleaziest dickheads, meanest bitches and greatest sumbitches I ever knew. Some are alive, some are dead and some I've made up. Here is where I write about them.
The recession. They say it's over. Well, they're full of shit. I've got some stories about the recession, some firsthand, others I just heard about. Sometimes I wonder about people who don't really know how to do anything -- like, how in the hell are they going to come out of all this? What are these folks going to do when it's over, and nobody hires them back because we figured out ways to do without them?
Amusing but true. Like when the cop in Prichard saw an old homeless dude pulling thirty feet of chain down Bay Bridge Road and the cop yelled, "Hey! What you doing pullin' that chain?" And the old guy answered, "What the fuck you want me to do? Push it?"
Public corruption. I have seen it with my own two eyes. There are a lot of hands out. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this blog anonymous enough to name names. That's a shame. Some of the stories are worth telling, though. There are some big ol' brass balls out there.
Politics. I am in favor of humane executions, so I guess in Alabama that makes me a lefty.
The University of Alabama. I'm a third generation graduate and my daughter will soon make it four. It's one of the few institutions I believe in, for the most part. The education was probably as good as most places. I came out with some better-than-average social skills and can hold my liquor with anybody. My knowledge of Crimson Tide football is encyclopedic. If it's raining outside, I like to sit in my house and count my national championships. It's weird, every time I count them I keep coming up with a different number.
Parenthood. This is a tough subject. I think I've been a pretty good dad based on the outcome. Or maybe I was just lucky, who knows. The story about being pestered into giving up cigarettes is funny as hell, however. I can't wait to get it down on paper, or on the blog (in the blog?). Whatever this damn thing is.
Food. Son of a bitch, I love food. I write on another blog about food. I should link that, I guess.
Religion. I am a Bryantologist. We don't hate gay people or liberals, we just hate Aubs. There will be a big blog post on this, and I am sure my Aub brethren will take issue with some of the teachings of Bryantology, but let me assure you, a hardcore Bryantologist is harder to argue with than a hardcore creationist or an Atlanta lawyer.
Okay, let's make a pact: NO MORE BUBBA TEETH. Shit, I'd rather sing 'Sweet Home Alabama' in the Talladega infield that be hit with Bubba Teeth on a blog. Just like I once had to promise someone "No photos of Camilla Parker-Bowles EVER," I demand Bubba teeth reciprocation. :)
ReplyDeleteOK, I replaced Bubba Teeth with the fictional Atticus Finch. That leaves me only Helen Keller to use later.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, have you ever sung "Sweet Home Alabama" on the infield at Talladega? It is rather infectious if you keep an open mind and have your chemicals right.