I'm All Alone

I have my speakers on warp drive. I'm playing "The Trashmens" Surfing Bird over and over and over. Greatest song of all time. I'm fucking crying. Mark "The Bird" Fidrych is dead. The red wine doesn't help. I WAS the "Bird" when I was a kid. I still am. When Larry Bird came to Boston, I asked my Father if he would kill him for me, for stealing "The Bird's" nickname. Larry Bird. His nickname should have been "The White Freak". The stupid Boston Marathon was today, I was supposed to run it this year. The only problem was I didn't start training until yesterday, when I went to a local track with my kids and "ran" about forty feet (in jeans and steel toe workboots), before I shat all over myself. Anyway, this isn't about me. I'm tired, I think. What? You people suck.