i'm weird...
OK...
My friend, Avi, whose page you probably saw before coming to mine, so cleverly states on the link to my blog page that I haven't updated in a bit. I'll be honest, I felt ashamed when I saw that...ashamed that I had let Avi and all the people who I pretend read my blog down. Ashamed that I would rather waste my time on facebook than waste my time blogging. OK...I may have just offended those who blog regularly and I'm sorry. I don't think blogging is a big waste of time. It just takes me a long time to type my blogs because I have no arms and am mute. If I have just offended any paraplegic mutes...I'm sorry. I was just trying to think of an excuse for why it takes me a ridiculously long time to blog. Alrighty...no more offending people...
OK...since I never know what to write about, last night I decided to look around. I checked out Avi's page...then Mike the Mix Master's page to take a peek at what he's all about. I scrolled down and saw something that I remember seeing a while ago. It was a picture of the HoboHookah. It caught my attention because I like hookahs and it was a picture of a home-made hookah with a Jagermeister bottle (you have to get your own bottle). I remember sitting there, the first time I saw this, a bit annoyed because I made a ghetto hookah several years ago...I made several...one was even with a jager bottle. I was annoyed because I was on the brink of something brilliant!!!...and I let it slip away. As I looked at the pic again, a huge sense of disappointment came over me. I could've been a thousandaire...or even a hundred-thousandaire...maybe even a googleaire. AUGH! FUCK! woops...can I swear?
I don't have a picture of the hookah's that I made, but I think Manoj still has the one I made him and the one I have is at home...in my parents garage...and hopefully they haven't found it...and if they did, I hope they didn't think it was a bong...because I don't want them to think less of me. Of course...the hookahs that I produced were much more "home-made" looking (aka wicked ghetto) and took me forever to make and may not have been as nice as the HoboHookah, but with some time I could have come up with something that worked, was prettier and didn't require drilling into glass for half an hour. I guess it all doesn't matter since my sis bought me a hookah in turkey and brought it home for me.
What I'm trying to say is, that I could have started HoboHookah if I had any drive and/or vision whatsoever. I also probably wouldn't have called it the HoboHookah. I'd keep the Ho, drop the Bo and add Mo (for Morgan) after the Ho.
Yeah...HoMoHookah. Sounds good.
