last month or the month before or something damon, smel and i were sitting at grumpy’s for the post-loft grumpfest and the song “Panama” by Van Halen came on the jukebox. i squirmed in delight eagerly anticipating my favorite part of the song. you know the part where david lee roth gets all sorta breathy and hot and says, “yeah we’re running a little bit hot tonight. i can barely see the road from the heat coming on. you reach down between my legs and ease the seat back. . . ” because i love that part, and i still after a good 15 or so years still know all the words by heart.

then this weekend as we were driving back from the cabin off of bloody hook lane the song “leather and lace” came on, because well, i put it on the CD. and i was singing along with all my heart, because i still remember all those song lyrics from probably 20 years ago.

and you know if i had only used all my powers of memory for something good, i’d probably have a nobel peace prize for curing cancer or something. but no, instead i use this amazing memory to remember exactly how david lee roth exhales when he says “reach down between my legs.”

it’s a damn dirty shame is what it is. though i do harbor a secret hope that some time i can say “what is ‘the time was six o’clock on the swatch watch. no time to chill. got a date can’t be late. hey the girl is gonna do me. ohh to the jacuzzi ohh, that booty. smack it up flip it, rub it down, oh no’? Alex.”