Pauly and the Fatman

When you hit a bump in the road people start asking you "how you doing?", "everything ok?", etc. One can tell how rough other people think you got it by the frequency of the inquiry. I got tired of saying "Fine", so I switched to "still vertical". However, "still vertical" doesn't really capture the essence of a great day. So, I have decided that if asked "how ya doin?" and I am having a great day, I will respond "Ghetto Perfect".

Well-wisher: "How are you?"
Me: "Ghetto Perfect"

Having been born in Little Motown (Flint, Michigan making me a Flintstone Kid), home of the now departed Scurvy, murder central, I can't help but like rap. So, fine is fine for some, still vertical is an average day, and Ghetto Perfect--all things considered--is a pretty good day.

(Hum to Johnny Cash’s rendition of
Nine Inch Nails Hurt)

I retired myself today.
To see if I still earn.
I focus on the gain.
The only thing that’s real.
The paycheck is the whole.
The old familiar friend.
Try to spend it all today.
But it was spent yesterday.

What have I become?
My sweetest RAM.
Everyone I know
Receives a pension in the end
But you could have it all
My empire of shirts
I will ignore your needs
I will make you blurt

I wear this rayon shirt
Upon my hackers chair
Full of stupid code
I cannot repair
Beneath the stained white shirt
The feelings are so clear
I should be somewhere else
And you should be right here.

What have I become?
A minister of flesh
Everyone I know
Becomes one in the end
You could have it all
My empire of sweat
Cash will let you down
Greed might lead to hurt

If I could start again
A thousand miles from here
I’d be a bartender
And sell watered down beer