Slackin' Ain't Easy -a 3 chord blues song

[heckler]

First, you get this request. Sometimes it's a technical jobby thing you have to do that requires reading horribly dull fuckin manuals, sometimes it's visiting your mom, or a friend, or even the request from your stomach that you should eat. NOW!

It starts out innocently enough. "I'll do it later."

Suddenly the most silly or mundane or stupid things become interesting. Yahoo's scrabble! Yes! And you play it for hours and get growly anytiime your sacred game is interrupted: "FUCKIN HELL, YOU STUPID BITCH! i HAVE THREE GODDAMNED Qs! THREE!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Well, maybe not that bad...maybe...

Then, something else attracts your attention, something more longer term. LIke cleaning out your desk drawer. It's something that never, in three million years, not even if it was on CNN every night, would occur to you to do. "Oh, cool, more thumbtacks for the bulletin board!"

And then, when the day is done, there's this nagging thing right at the back of your neck, but what the hell, it's the end of the day. "Where's the beer??" And so it goes.

You wake up the next day and you're hungover ed and fighty, which are both very good excuses to put off the thing you didn't do yesterday, today. But by the end of the day, that naggy thing at the back of your neck has somehow made connection with something in your gut. Maybe your intestines, or the inside of you belly button, and that just sucks, but fuck, I just ain't in the mood to deal with that DNS problem (or whatever), and I've had a rough couple of days, anyway, and in fact have had A ROUGH FUCKING LIFE, SO WHERE IS THE BEER?

Rinse, repeat. Next thing you know, you haven't seen your best friend in three months, your cable internet got cut off, and your woman done left you. Oh, and the hurricane blew the roof off your "mobile home" in Florida.

Fuck. I hate it when that happens.
Heckler