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WCGreen
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26 years ago, I was driving around Cleveland with a car full of Balloons...
...up my ass, filled with heroin...
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I wanted to get into show business and I thought it might be fun to deliver singing telegrams.
Singing telegrams in Cleveland. Yeah...next stop, Hollywood.
I ended up delivering Balloon-a-grams, singing as well, for about six months before I decided that maybe I should try for a band instead.
Because no one wanted to hear me scream out Fortunate Son at a birthday party.
Not to say that I didn't have a lot of fun because I did, but it was also a bit of a hassle as I took a job with a smaller local company than signing on to Eastern Onion Telegrams which was a national chain.
I think if I had taken the Onion instead of the Balloons to You, I would have probably be acting and singing in local musical theater.
In Cleveland. Yeah, takes a lot of dues-paying to make it onstage in...Cleveland.
I was so turned off by it that I went into the bar band thing.
I once made a promise to myself that I would make money doing the things I loved; performing, writing and politics.
Needless to say, the politics was the money maker. I still make some money doing work for various candidates but those days are gone. I also supported myself for a while writing and editing a local Independent newspaper. That was a lot of fun and I had the most leeway with that.
And as far as performing, well, I made a good bit of cash running around in a white tuxedo. But I also made a good chunk of change playing out in bar bands.
Anyway, that one and only VD that I delivered Balloon-a-grams was eventful. I think I did about fifteen deliveries over the course o the day. One to an inner high city school and the other to a suburban high school.
Guess which one treated me like I was from outer space.
I also delivered a balloon-a-gram to a construction site where the Forman's wife had ordered a "risqué" delivery.
They were pretty disappointed when I showed.
I ended up the night at a rundown strip joint. It was a young woman’s first "legal" day on stage and i got to go up and bump and grind a little before I tied the balloons around her...
Classy. Only in Cleveland. Wonder if she had a changemaker for when guys waved a dollar at her and expected money back.
I'll leave that to your imagination.
Now I am on disability and still write occasionally for publication. Like I said, I also still keep my finger in the political pool. But performing, Well those days are probably over. Although I may get out to an open mic now and then.
One thing I know, realizing those dreams have made me feel kind of special. I'm not rich; don't have much money when you come right down to it. It just means that dreams can be realized even if they don't happen to plan.
Happy Valentine ’s Day and if you ever get singing telegram, give them some slack. They are the grunts of the entertainment industry.
- The Warbling DUmbass.
Definition of a greasy old skank (http://www.democraticunderground.com/1002310109)
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Is that particular skank actually a biological woman? Their avatars mean nothing, and the OP seems quite ambiguous.
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Is that particular skank actually a biological woman? Their avatars mean nothing, and the OP seems quite ambiguous.
Not sure, but the green commode primitive and CaliforniaPiggy are pretty tight with each other.
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If you let any lib/dem talk long enough, they will eventually tell at least one truth. They love to hear themselves talk.
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Disabled? Yeah right! I have six screws in my back, need two more, and I still work for a living!
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The only known person to ever come out of Cleveland is Drew Carey and how long has show business been around?
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LeBron James. Malcolm the ninth, only slightly less well known than Malcolm the tenth.
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http://www.youtube.com/user/WCGreen/featured
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http://www.youtube.com/user/WCGreen/featured
Said it before, will say it again: the ne plus ultra of human existence to a liberal is to strum a damned acoustic guitar and sing someone else's songs (or, in the case of TominTib, steal someone else's songs and pass them off as your own, as though Google doesn't exist).
Ridiculous.
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Said it before, will say it again: the ne plus ultra of human existence to a liberal is to strum a damned acoustic guitar and sing someone else's songs (or, in the case of TominTib, steal someone else's songs and pass them off as your own, as though Google doesn't exist).
Ridiculous.
So much for that whole "what do you want to be when you grow up?" thing.
******* hippies.
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******* hippies.
Let's make no mistake: it's all in a concerted effort to find liberal chicks who are DTF. That's just a liberal dude's game: chase the bearded drumsticks with a banjo and a song.
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http://www.youtube.com/user/WCGreen/featured
Looks like Willie Nelson's older brother.
Sounds like Rosie O'Donnell's older sister.
Did anyone notice the O2 cannula in his nose? Yet, he can sing.
Just don't smoke around him.