Struggle Bus Driver

August 28, 2017

Hola bitcholas,

I won't lie to you (right now), I have been struggling through today's show. For whatever reason, I haven't had a decent night's sleep in about a week. Not sure what that's about, but it is the case. No complaints though. I'm pretty sure it was Benjamin Franklin who once said, "Late to bed, early to rise, makes a man grouchy, jittery and with bags under his eyes." No, not THAT Benjamin Franklin, a different guy you don't know.

In addition to that, my voice is shot today. I sounded less like a human talking and more like the sound of dry leaves being trampled. This was not lost on me...nor anyone else who listened to the show today. I got emails and texts all day asking if I was OK. I'm fine, I just happened to blow out my voice yesterday screaming at the Sounders game. The last three minutes were infuriating and I yelled accordingly. Paying the price today. Well, I'M not paying the price as much as people who had to listen to my screechy voice.

And then there's the farting. Sure, yeah, I always fart, but today it was a gut-wrenching, stomach-hurting affair. That said, it was my own fault. Starbucks has an iced- mocha thing that I absolutely crushed. Within an hour, it was punishing my guts.   

On a side note, when I ordered my drink, the woman at Starbucks dutifully grabbed her Sharpie and asked for my name so that she could write it on the cup. I told her that my name was Agemimnon Gomgooboo. She didn't bat an eye and simply asked, "can you spell that?" I responded with, "F**K no! NO ONE can spell that sh*t!" I let the awkward silence hang in the air for a bit before I finally told her that I was only joking. The relief on her face is hard to even describe.  

Yeah, so that was my day. How are you?

I'm outta here.

Until tomorrow, do what you do best and STAY BEAUTIFUL!