I Could Be Crazy, I Don't Know

It's Ash Wednesday, so I'm taking time out from prostrating myself and flogging my back with a tree branch to write this. I hope you appreciate my efforts. This is the beginning of forty days of sacrifice to commemorate Jesus' time in the desert. I'll get behind that, but I'll tell you, on Easter, I'm going wild. I've got your chocolate bunny right here.

I'm going on the road again today. I'm heading to the "Motor City" Detroit, Michigan. Hell yeah baby! Motown! Actually I'll be in Clinton Township, but that doesn't have the same ring to it. Imagine if Ted Nugent referred to himself as the Clinton Township Madman. Weak! It should be a fun week. I'm working with a guy I know, so that always makes the days go faster. Maybe I'll run into Kid Rock or Bob Seger. With my luck, I'll end up hanging with one of the Chi-Lites. I just hope that after all my wango tango, I don't get cat scratch fever. Have you noticed that I try to insert lyrics whenever possible. It could be my downfall.

I always go a little nuts before I leave town. I enjoy the work, but in all honesty, I hate leaving home. I would be very happy if I could beam my shows live from my basement. (No, all you hacks, I don't know who books it.) I drive myself nuts trying to get everything in the house done before my departure. I want to think that "Wife" and "Daughter" can't get anything done without me. I know that's not true, but in my warped mind, it's comforting. I also have everything in order in case I don't make it back. It's not like I'm going on a space expedition, or chasing hardened criminals who skipped their bail. I'm just going to Michigan. How dangerous can it be? I have this fear that if something were to happen to me, that people would talk about the chores I hadn't finished before I left. I know, it's crazy. Welcome to my world! I'm sure the issue foremost on "Wife's" mind if I were to meet an untimely end would be that I had left towels in the washing machine.

So I'm off. The water softener is filled, the dog poop is picked up and the laundry is done. The snake pit that is my mind is quieted and it's time to load up. If you're in the Detroit metro area, come out to Chaplin's. It's on Groesbeck Hwy. Damn, I forgot. I've got to go dust off the TV before I leave. Later....Brian