On the road again.. maybe I should do long day trips once a week.
Five this morning. Drive to St louis. Work all afternoon. Fix machine. Thank local serviceguy for his help. Drive home. Find link form Vanity Fair on my referrer log.
Thanks, Mr Wolcott. I don’t have a great deal of respect for you, but I don’t outright hate you either. Well, i hate it when you abuse my friends. Wonder what kind of crap comment spam I’m going to be getting based on THAT link.
Don’t crash and die while you’re gone.
That’d suck.
Nah, I’m an old hand at this.
It’s not you we’re worried about. It’s the idiots on the road with you that cause us consternation.
Thanks, guys. It means something that you care.
Man, you made Vanity Vair. First link, too in his column/blog. Tugboat upbringing, eh? I think that tugboat men should protest his disparaging of them. Classism, at the very least. What does a Fancy Lad such as he know about the lives of the blue collar tugboat men, that he can be so sure of their utter lack of class and base character?
And the only French that American tugboat men would throw around is either Arcadian or Quebecois French, amongst their own. For why else would they do so, je ne comprends pas. But when you write for Vanity Fair, I guess it just accidentally slips out because he’s so darned refined, English is too vulgar and common to use. He has to fly with eagles rather than sail with tugboat men.
Excusez moi, s’il vous plait (”excuse me, please”, for you low-born tugboaters out there). My monocle fell off, banging into my cigarette holder, knocking ash all over my ascot. I really must dab away…
Oh, almost forgot.
Fuck you Wolcott, and tell your ol’lady to back off the starch in my shirt collars, m’kay?