Sunday, July 24, 2011
Master and Commander
If you ask him about 'that train wreck', he'll tell you to be more specific.
He takes his live truck funk with justatouch of pretty reporter hairspray - yet he hates the taste of catch-up.
Politicians, cops and models slow their roll whenever he looks their way.
He can drive blindfolded at night on a mountain highway, but won't park a call in the newsroom for love nor money.
Judges, bums and drum circles play to HIM.
He's backpedaled before Presidents, bum-rushed the funkiest of dumpsters and bodily jostled rock stars. All without changing his socks.
He can smell darkness.
If he happens upon a picket line, protesters remember what they're mad about.
Many a waking bailiff has wish him dead.
He's escorted more gorgeous females to their lunch table than a Hollywood agent.
He's the reason Dog the Bounty Hunter dresses that way.
His very best stories, he keeps to himself.
He's not even The Most Interesting (Camera)Man in the World, but dude's survived lunch meat riots, crashed landed hot air balloons and mastered his craft before most of his cohorts put down their Sippy Cups.
Stay thirsty, my friends.