A Day In the Life...

Just to give you some insight into a day in the life of the MOGpac, I wanted to post this slice of life between the former Stewart Manor All-Stars/Gold Street Boys. For your information, G is G and I am F:

G: You are an idiot. i told a woman to shut up the other day...that was funny...and sad.

F: What woman! Tell me this, i love when you are cruel to women. Did you slap her?

G: Just this women on the way to the subway, she thought i was gonna run her over or something, but I saw her and moved away but I guess she didn't think I was going to and jumped out of the way

F: Slap!

G: so I walk past her and she starts screaming at me "HAVE U EVER HEARD THE PHRASE EXCUSE ME" and I'm like...yeah. writing this exchange really won't do it justice, as it's stupid. But the end of it was telling her to shut up...

F: lol. iIjust literally laughed out loud.

G: it kind of took me by surprise, as there was venom in my voice. and the lady looked like a deer in headlights and just kinda stuttered a bit and said nothing (she's literally walking right behind me at this point) but i think what scared her is the way I said it probably sounded like the way her first husband said it before he smacked her around, so I guess she thought I meant business.

F: Wow

F: Could you blog this?

F: Can i copy this and blog it?

F: Please?

F:Come on man

*10 minutes later*

G: Alright

Free At Last

Today marked the end of my civil service as Jury Duty came to a close after 4 very long weeks. On paper, it sucks, but actually, in the end, it wasn't nearly as bad as I had anticipated. I was on Grand Jury, which is about indicting people, not about determining guilt or innoncence. Therefore, I heard many cases, over 60 actually, throughout the term, some of which were extremely interesting (and you may have read about in the papers), others not so. We only had one true nasty case, which was towards the end and scared the living fuck out of me, but it could have been a lot worse. Our jury, consisting of 23 people from all walks of life here in this wonderful city that I live in, were very nice people and we all got along very well. During the strike, a lot of juries were combined to make up for the lack of jurors and I was disappointed by the folks on the other juries. After that, our jury was a much tighter and appreciative unit. Slower moments or midday breaks were often entertaining (at least not boring) and while I don't think I will ever see any of these people again, the experience was interesting.

I learned a lot of cool things about the law and I again find myself increasingly fascinated by the legal process (in various areas) which has been a minor hobby for the last 10 years. While I doubt I could have survived law school in any way shape or form, I continually find myself engaged by the law and how it works. Early in the term, when we were dealing with what are considered to be lighter cases, I daydreamed about life as a DA or a cop of some kind, but once the serious shit kicked in and I saw the other side of that world, I quickly said fuck no. I was shocked by the amount of crime that goes on around us (that we don't even know about), but equally impressed by our city's law enforcers and their skill at protecting us. We have an excellent police department here that works hard and responds fast to help their citizens. Top Notch.

While I am in no rush to do it again, and am exempt from serving till the year 2013 (or 2014, I'm not sure), I would hope that if I have to do it again, it would be on the Grand Jury.

F

VERY IMPORTANT

I am not a political man, nor do I involve myself in world affairs, but this is near and dear to my heart:

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/03/international/03cnd-sturgeon.html?hp

F

Give The Gift of MOG

Hey Kids! The holidays are over, but what better way to start your year off than with the absolutely best present for your loved ones: A limited edition T-Shirt commemorating the the aggression's LAST SHOW EVER which is happening THIS SATURDAY NIGHT. Kids LOVE guns, as proven here as the original lead singer, now father of two, displays said shirt to his aggression loving 2 year old.

Despite my footing the bill for these bad boys, I have no idea how you get one of these T-shirts other than you show up Saturday night and buy one. I doubt they will cost much, if they cost anything, or if there will even be any left by the time Saturday comes. So act quickly or be..um...someone not wearing a gun on their boobs. Special thanks to MURRAY for handling the shirt manufacturing!

Bi-Curious about the gig? Details are at www.myspace.com/theaggression

Ok. See you Saturday. Some of you.

2006...

Did you have enough time?
Did you return the call?
Did you make it special?
Did you get the message?
Did you remember how that felt?
Did you see the look on her face?
Did you find what it was about?
Did you forget?
Did you tune your guitar?
Did you show your appreciation?
Did you pack a lunch?
Did you dream a little dream, motherfucker?
Did you tip well?
Did you hear that?
Did you charge your phone?
Did you tell them?
Did you sleep in?
Did you remember to make sure they knew?
Did you make the time?
Did you do everything you said you would?
Did you make your deadline?
Did you clean your mess?
Did you take your time?
Did you laugh?
Did you set the alarm?
Did you hurt?
Did you earn respect?
Did you deserve it?
Did you stick to the plan?
Did you have a good year?
Did you know this pretentious blog entry was inspired by Nick Rhodes?


Did you?