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my name is tim, i'm a lesser known character

I was reading a Henry Rollins book and was reminded of a dream I had last night, because Henry was quoting John Wayne in Alamo.

The quote was very good: There's a lot of pretenders to the throne here, we can't stop them from coming on, but we can arrange for them to limp home.

Anyhow, in my dream, after we started bombing France (yes, France!), I was called to duty in the capacity of helper to an undercover terrorist fighter. He was dressed like the Lone Ranger and talked like John Wayne.

I never wanted to be a hero. I just wanted to be the smart-assed sidekick.

I had a dream I was a vigilante's side kick
My name is Tim I'm a lesser- known character
I had a dream I was a vigilante's side kick
Fighting crime in the streets together

Down in Oakland
Off of West Grant
St. Joseph relief poor program
A good place where good people get food
Help your fellow man a good thing to do
Government agency said be afraid of me
I'll shut your doors down and it won't phase me
Wolverine came through left the agent for dead
Put the doors back up, everyone was fed

I had a dream I was a vigilante's side kick
My name is Tim I'm a lesser- known character
I had a dream I was a vigilante's side kick
Fighting crime in the streets together

Do not build them abandoned buildings
It's nice to sleep when you got a ceiling
Neighborhood watch said we gotta put a stop
Can't have people living for free call the cops
Here come the swat team and the M-16
Shoot the walls in and destroy the building
Wolverine was sad and it made him mad
Every single cop got a bullet in the head

I had a dream I was a vigilante's side kick
My name is Tim I'm a lesser- known character
I had a dream I was a vigilante's side kick
Fighting crime in the streets together

Rancid - Sidekick

Who wants to be the hero to my sidekick?

Comments

I wanna be the sidekick's sidekick. You know, kinda like being the Speaker of the House. That way, you get to slack off unless they take out the big guy.

Cool.
I had a Henry Rollins dream last nite. Weird. Although, in my dream, I was hoping to meet him and as I walked down the street, I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. When I looked back, he was gone....

And nah, I never really wanted to be the hero. Good luck on your search. hehehehe wink

I wanna be the undercover agent who's about to retire, and says "I'm too old for this shit" right before he jumps off the exploding Eiffel Tower.

Darn... I was all excited about the "bombing france" part.

Well, my dream last night was that I was chosen as part of the team to go to the moon. I was all hot to trot and was quite pleased with the fact that I was chosen. I didn't like the space "capsule" design. It was as roomy as a house, but the doors opened outward. I couldn't see how it would safely hold air pressure with the doors opening out, and not in. It didn't have airlocks, now that I think about it.

But I was still game to go, even if I thought there was a good chance we'd all get wasted. I guess some things are worth a little risk.

You can be my sidekick.

You realize of course that this means I'll have to start calling you either "Bunky" or "Old Chum."

I'll let you know which I decide. In the meantime, start saddling up. We're heading over to Rall's house.

I want to be the General who says, "Mr. President, they've just taken out NORAD!" and who's always advocating the use of nuclear missiles everytime the Russians look at us funny.

"Mr. President, those sunsofbitches just mooned our aircraft carrier! We must strike now! Give the launch order!"

"Mr. President, they've just slashed the price of Smirnoff! To delay any further would be suicide! Give the order!"

"Mr. President, one of their top officers flipped the bird at our reconnaisance jet! We must launch at Moscow now! Cut off their head! Give the authorization to launch before it's too late!"

The rest of the time, I'll just trade dirty looks with the President's Chief of Staff.

I had a dream a few nights ago and I was John Wayne's sidekick! Seriously! I don't remember now what we were doing, iI've slept since then...

An entire Rancid song quoted in a post about a dream that reminded you of the Henry Rollins book you're reading?

Dang, your taste in music is cool. Do your kids have any idea how cool their mom is? They'd better. Raise 'em on a strict diet of quality punk rock, and watch 'em turn out right, that's what I say.

You rock, Michele.

Way fuckin' lame, that you used Rancid for your stupid wet-dream-of -a-wesite.You suck.