Pungsnotded

Dear Dionysus, beautiful Greek god of wine,

Thank you for all things Rock n Roll. Thank you for Elvis, Thank you for Twisted Sister. Thank you for red lipstick and black eyeliner. Thank you for chipped teeth and for screaming.

Please help Mr. Mike Ness see the light and realize that $30 is much more than I can afford to pay, to see someone that is shorter than me. Tell him that I am sorry I spilled all that whiskey and coke all over his record album.

Thank you for ice water, Gatorade, Miller Lite, and whiskey sours with extra ice, without them I would surely be a less happy girl. Thank you for Denny’s at 4 a.m. and for bacon, even if it is very bad for our triglycerides.

Thank you for Dadaism, Futurism, Punk Rock, and especially thank you for Buckminster Fuller. Thank you for DaVinci, Michaelangelo, Bosch, and Dali. Thanks for sending Duchamp to shake it all up.

Please send us more entertainment, more music, and more art. They make things like George Bush and New Math less horrible. Please make all of the grouchy people happy again, and help us to remember how to laugh at themselves.

Thank you for all of the children, who are the true anarchists and remind us to bend all of the rules.

Thank you for the Big Easy and all of the parades with Jean Claude Van Damme and even John Larroquette.

Please tell the male runners of the world to quit wearing all the cologne because it makes me want to puke my Powerade all over them, every single day. Thank you for the runner’s high.

Please send every precious blessed homebum a fresh forty-ounce of malt liquor every morning and a comfy place to sleep when they need it.

Thanks for all of the excess, thanks to those who have made it this far. Thank you for all of the new people, we discover, when we thought we had met them all. Thank you for letting us know all those who left this world to soon, thanks for all the babies that are in their mommy’s bellies.

xoxoxoxoxox Mr. Dionysus,

Amen and Hallelujah,

Johnny Cash,

and

Rock and Rock

Forever.