I’ve been listenin’ to songs on the radio, and on the box, that remind me of Rob and what he was goin’ through. All things considered… Several reminded me of the ol’ fart, but seemed to have too many holes in the lyrics to make a tight fit. Since I’m not the Word”Smith“ he was I had to go to the well. I doubt very much that he’d have liked most of this fella’s music, but I may be wrong. It’s not “all rap, all the time”, and I’ve taken my fair share of shit over the singer of this song. Bring it on. Listening to the lyrics of the song, I can’t find many, cept one, maybe two, lines that don’t hold true to what I think it must have been like for Rob, in the words in this song.
Here are the lyrics:

I’ve been sittin’ here
trying to find myself
i get behind myself
i need to rewind myself
looking for the payback
listen for the playback
they say that every man
bleeds just like me
and i feel like number one
but yet i’m last in line
i watch my younger son
and it helps to pass the time
i take to many pills
it helps to ease the pain
i made a couple dollar bills
but still i feel the same
everybody knows my name
they say it way out loud
a lot of folks fuck with me
it’s hard to hang out in crowds
i guess that’s the price you pay
to be some big shot like i am
outstretched hands and one night stands
still i can’t find love

And when your walls come tumbling down
I will always be around

People don’t know about the things
i say and do they don’t understand
about the shit that i’ve
been through, it’s been so long
since i’ve been home i’ve been gone,
i’ve been gone for way too long
maybe i forgot all the things I miss
Oh somehow I know there’s more to life
than this, I said it too many times
and i still stand firm you get what
you put in and people get what they
deserve, still i ain’t seen mine
No I ain’t seen mine
I’ve been giving just ain’t been gettin’
I’ve been walking down that line
So I think I’ll keep walking
with my head held high
i’ll keep moving on and only God
knows why

Only God… only God
Only God knows why
Only God… knows … why, why, why only
God knows why
Take me to the river hey
Take me to the river

I got a call from some folks tonight, that were on “the river” remembering Rob and raisin’ a few. I wish I could’ve been there with ‘em.
Song seemed kind of fittin’ to me.

Here it is. If you want to hear it. ’bout 9 meg.

“Most displaced rebel. This guy needs to move to Jawja. Preferably to Effingham County. I think he would like the fishin,’ shootin’ and bullshittin’ we do around here.”

Good call man, good call.  He was right, almost.  I’d go to Norf Calina, and drive to Effingham County from there to fish with him.
RIP Rob.

Here, as you can see, I have captured the species, EricusGrillimusSumRibus, in his natural habitat. I just missed capturin’ the “pecker wood” tree… He leaned in to start the ribs right when I was goin’ to snap that thang… Just Dang(G-rated RedNeck) damnit. I hear there’s a unrated nekkid deck(be real careful how you read that, it could get ugly quick) version somewhere, but I didn’t take that picture… I think Zonker’s got that one.

… (< - Just for good measure) that's this species footprint, if you see 'em in your comments, well, you know he's been through there sometime. Best time to view this critter is mornings around a coffee pot, or on the deck cleanin' his fur. Well, that's what they tell me anyway. Mornings are probably best because, well, you're probably groggy from the single malt the night before and the tenacious look of this varmit won't insult your vision as much. On the other hand, I like the habitat these kind of vermin thrives in, and around. Garages, Grills, and Ribs, yes that is the natural habitat of the EricusGrillimusSumRibus.

That word… that last one… sure to be coming to a spelling-bee near you soon. Word up!

I don’t have words to write on regular days. Today wasn’t a regular day. The guy that probably was my blog daddy passed away today. I’d never given credit for that, not that he’d have wanted it, basically because it wasn’t until I started readin’ Rob and some others that I decided to write myself, or I should say blog for myself. I will miss him. I will miss his rants, and his many times a day updates on things that he loved to do, things that pissed him off, and things that were simple pleasures for him.

I wish Sam, and Quinton the best in life. He wanted that for them for sure. I hope Quinton was able to listen to his ol’ man sometime, somewhere along the way ’cause he was pretty much right about what he tried to tell that boy. Many of the things he spoke about Quinton were the very same things I’ve been tryin’ to tell my son and still do. Buzz, and Quinton are about the same age, and I could relate to a bunch of the things he wrote, and lessons he tried to teach, to my own situation and my own son. Hell my own children.
To all of his family, his brother, son, grandmother and daugher, I send my condolences. Here’s to him feelin’ no pain, and reconnectin’ with some kindred spirits that left this worl’ before he did.

Somebody call Vman… I ain’t got his digits, or I would.  Maybe that’s why I don’t.  Probably is for that matter.  He’ll be pissed if he misses “For a few Dollars more” on AMC tonight…  It’s already started… just did though.