The Sock-Monkey As Alone

    "Your a tall white man with a shit load of swagger." -  Rachel Brooks      Pegasi 51 are the best British 77 style punk band except for the sex pistols and they just so happen to be from the bible belt (my home town technically). Now irony is a funny thing, she can set the mood or under mine authority and this particular irony is about as ambiguous as Sasha Pain's ass, which is to say it's a good one. They are the Damned as God intended, they are Television with testosterone issues and they have too much fucking integrity, which is to say they are too congruent with a reality that is no longer reality, they are the best at what they do and no one gives a fuck...almost no one.      Let's go back in time together, it's Halloween last year, I'm wearing pajama pants, it isn't a costume. Drunk college kids are makin' a damn fool of they self while I'm trying too pretend like I'm not happier being fucked up then playing nice with

  " They say that I have no hits and that I'm difficult to work with. And they say that like it's a bad thing ." - Tom Waits.       It's only six, but it has already been a long day, the dirty streets and bad air let me know I'm in Knoxville, they let me know that I am home. I'm squatting down outside the entrance to the Pilot Light (a darling little club owned by a man named Jason Boardman, who runs the place out of his own pocket, a darling little man who won't hesitate to say he loses money every year just too keep the doors open. The pilot light is a Charity, the doors are open for no other reason then some strange desire too share a wealth of music with a few people, who may appreciate for a moment there is more to life then shit jobs and bills.) I'm smoking a cigarette I just rolled, while some middle class bohemian is walking by, he is walking his dog and the dog does not like me. His two daughters are wandering the streets just in si