Well, I'm pretty sure you won't be reading my "last blogs". You never do, do ya?

So I was at this concert "Big and Rich" tonight....

I standed in line. That long ass line to get a beer.

The "wench" at the beer stand "ID'd" me. I had a "hell of a time" just pulling my ID out of my wallet. The problem is, my "wallet" sticks in my pants. Not filled with money, just other crap that doesn't belong.

The dude next to me says to her: "Your gonna ID him?".. He's like "47" or something...... "sir, we have to. It's the policy.. no matter how old they look"..

I look at him like... "You think I am 47" (actually I didn't just look, I said it).

No he was cool. And I know the lady running the stand was also. I fuck with people alot really.

I just can't believe he thought I was "47". I'm like only "42" I think....

Gary :)