Believe, Daydreamer.

Part of my childhood died today.

Davy Jones of The Monkees died of a heart attack at the too-young age of 66.

In Hollywood, FL, no less.

Never ran into him. As much as me and Mike Guerdon tear up that town, too.

So long, Davy, thanks for helping this little kid laugh and love music.

I'm going to hoist a few to Davy tonight.

I love The Monkees. I am not ashamed of this.

Part of my childhood died today.

Sucks.

DAVY JONES 1945-2012

The Party Avenger returns! No, really.

Hi. Avenger here.

I've returned.

No really, it says so in the headline.

You didn't read it?

No prob, I'll wait.

See? It says I've returned.

You jackass.

I'm posting on the blog for Leebo because Leebo doesn't give a shit.

I haven't seen him like this in quite a while. Not since my drunk Luche Libre days. Not that I remember those. Heh. Good times. I think.

Dunno what's up with him. Leebo's doing good, the new job is good.

Yet, he's kinda out there.

I know, that's not exactly a profound observation.

He's says he's "disenchanted with the franchise".

And doesn't mean the Dolphins.

I mean, he does, but I think he's talking about something else.

Here's the wierd part. There's no beer in the fridge.

I know.

I've been in Leebo's physche for quite a while.

I've NEVER seen the fridge without beer.

Never.

Never, ever, ever.

WTF?

I hope he gets back to writing soon. And, I hope he buys some beer.

It's just been awkward.

The Dude needs to Abide.

Oat sodas would assist that endeavor.

You would think the man who retained the coveted GrudIron belt would be happier.

Grud and Jimmer, eat it, bitches.

So here we are. It's your move, Leebo. Do something.

And do it with beer.

You're boring without it.

And I'm thirsty.

OK, the first post of 2012 aint cheery...

This picture is pretty much how I feel.

Things are fine on the surface. Job is good. Life is good.

Underneath the surface, I rage.

From an emotional and mental standpoint, I am beat up, tired. And ready to fight some more.

People have disappointed me. Again.

And again.

I'll never understand them.

There will never be justice as long as people are concerned.

Because people are fucking stupid.

I'm tired or being nice. I'm tired of being good.

Being good is hard. Some days I hate it.

It really has not paid off.

Hell, I'll work my way out of this funk and be my awesome self again soon.

Until then, fuck you.

Because you, my friend, are a member of the human race.

And you, my friend, are a fucking idiot.

Odds are, anyway.