green.

i put this up on myspace and facebook, but just in case you don't see those, i'll put it here as well:

sweet jesus almighty...

amazing grace on the bagpipes can bring tears to my eyes at just about any time.

it always reminds me of my grandfather who's been dead for almost 20 years now. he is where my irish blood comes from and he loved saint patrick's day. in his older years, his arthritis was so bad that he could barely move, so he had to watch the parade on tv. i remember watching it with him. i always make sure to celebrate on that day in honor of him.

and i dont wear stupid green outfits, stupid hats, blinking glasses, necklaces, get my face painted or any of that other hokie ass tourist bullshit. that's for fucking chumps, amateurs and people who aren't even irish and just want an excuse to drink. fuck off.

i wear black on saint patricks day, because the green is in my heart and it always will be. i don't need a green t-shirt that says "lucky" to be irish.

i will be going to the city this year. i missed the parade last year for the first time in 9 years and i was extremely pissed off. i requested off almost a year in advance.

oh yeah, and saint patricks day is MARCH 17th. and you go to manhattan. 5th avenue. its not march 7th or march 14th in hoboken or west orange or anywhere else. you don't celebrate christmas on december 13th do you? no. you don't.

if you wanna go, we will be taking the train from most likely passaic. i'd like to be on the train no later than 11am. let me know.


ON A SIDE NOTE: when i die, i want my casket to be lowered into the ground as the sun is setting, and i want bagpipes being played. if you're around when i go, please make sure this happens.