What's goin' on?

I have to say, I honestly don't know. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Oh well, life might just get more interesting over the next few days/weeks-which is always a good thing, or at least not a boring thing. It seems I'm now being viewed as a "bad-boy" that is easy to cut loose with. Sounds like some sort of Spreingsteenesque street tough fantasy, which simply is so not me. Ergo, I'm pretty sure the idea is not true, as those who know me are aware that there's a pretty anal retentive soul lurking deep in the heart of "Big Deal Dodge" that squelches any actual "bad-boy" nonsense.
Has to be said, all in all, I'm kind of finding this whole thing pretty funny.

C'est la vie..so, in honor of what is a pretty silly ideal...

Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night
With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick
But dressed just like dynamite
He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street
But they sighed "Johnny it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap"
And the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a cheater."
Well the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a liar"
And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice said: "Johnny don't cry"
Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name.
I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded, there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight
All them golden-heeled fairies in a real bitch fight
Pull .38s and kiss the girls good night

Oh good night, it's alright Jane
Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame
We may find it out on the street tonight baby
Or we may walk until the daylight maybe

So much for the laughter, it is time to put my clown shoes away. G'night tonight, boys and girls