Listening to Rob Zombie: American Made Music To Strip By: Went to eat at my favorite Mexican Cuisine restaurant Chilpamcingo Restaurante last night and had some mighty fine Cabo Wabo to wash my grub down with. That was a nice way to wrap up a long workweek. But the real downer was the event I attended afterwards. I was amidst “The Line”, or I should say Line Hell. That should be the creepy remix about these fuckers by Fashion Bomb. I don’t know why these idiots can’t just amuse me, but I’m annoyed by their simple existence. Allow me to explain. There was an event last night sponsored by Harley Davidson and North Beach Leather at this cheese factory of a dance club called White Star. I figured Harley sponsored it so I may as well attend. There was open bar for a whole hour. And they made the drinks weak. After walking in the door and choking on the fumes of cologne, I took my place at the bar. Let me say that I was the only guy in leather. And they played really bad techno music. But the carbon copied boys and girls made me sicker than the overwhelming perfume bath they douched themselves in. The guys, all the same haircuts and were spritzed stiff and shiny. T-shirts, blue oxfords, and sweaters adorned with Mr. T like chains. All of them. And let me go even further and say nothing looks gayer on guy who thinks he’s straight than a short haired guy with hoop earrings, okay. Fucking gay. (not that there’s anything wrong with being gay) These guys weak attempt at rebellion is to piece their ears. But it doesn’t go with your khakis and big heavy chains on the outside of your shirt. The fashion screamed: “Hey look, I spent $800 on a big fucking chain. Fuck me.” And all these clones wore them. “Hey look, I’m dressed JUST like my buddies.” Ohhh……. Now let me pick on the whores, I mean girls. It’s fucking winter in Chicago. It’s cold here and last night was no exception as it was the first night this winter to clock in a subzero wind chill. Not to mention the temp was below 20 degrees okay. These chicks actually, and I mean to say without exaggeration 99% of them if not ALL were dressed is sleeveless spaghetti string tops. IT’S WINTER!!!!!!!! I was in awe. I could not believe the sheer tackiness of these people. And as far as a Harley connection, two bikes onstage for the fashion show. Man, if Sonny Barger saw this shit he’d be rolling in his grave, and he isn’t even dead yet. The fashion show by North Beach Leather was also a joke. The deejay decided it was time to let you know it was time to gawk at leather when he finally put on bad rock tunes by Winger and Motley Crue. Hey jerk off, ever heard Born To be Wild or Motorhead Do you even know abut a movie called Easy Rider. Oops sorry pal, you obviously watched a lot of MTV and got the watered down version of what rock n “rapin” roll is all about. And North Beach Leather, well if you read MK ULTRA than chances are you don’t know about this chain of stores or you don’t want to. How about over priced leather for old ladies who try to look cool by wearing sagging leather pants or the leather skirt that has a hem below the knee. Yep, it’s you fucking grandmothers store. Leather for people who have no clue how to wear it. Or where to wear it for that matter. So I was just fucking annoyed and despite the free drinks was not impressed. But hey, I did get out of the office. And I got a good dose of the reality I protect myself from. I was…Out Of Line. Tonight, free beer at Delilah’s 9-12 midnight. See ya there.