like rocker,like son

my hart is heavy gang.

my son dan has decided not to follow in my cool rocker footsteps and to become a writer instead. the poor kid is already facing the consequences of choosing the road less rockin. his babe dumped him. it's just like i told him: "son,the pen may b mightier than the sword,but when it comes to the ladies,the sword cant compete with a wicked lick from the ax!"

all his friends have turned on him too. i know just how that feels...

you guys arent gonna believe this,but i swear on phil collins it's true. yours truly was once picked on by a bunch bullies. even cool rockin dads arent immune from life's little cruelties,we just look damn good going through them. well, it seems kids were jealous as i had just become a bit of a local celebrity,thanks to my performance at the 5th grade talent show. i covered davy jone's hit "Girl" and i dont mind admitting friends that your old buddy just tore that s#!t up! but these jealous lil punks started calling me"rufus the doofus". i knew nothing could be farther from the truth but it hurt.

damn it hurt

that night dad found me out crying in the treehouse. he said "dont let those turkeys get you down." then he stayed up with me all night thinking up snappy comebacks. like: i'd rather rhyme with doofus than be one! dad came up with some real zingers. he always did have a way with words.

maybe dan gets his writing from the old man. i think ill have gramps over this weekend to help dan with his troubles. those two minds together,look out bullies!

until next time, stay in tune

rufus