I know when you all think of me, you think of a bad-ass, take no shit dude. But I have a soft spot for something totally gay: Madonna. I have been a huge fan for a long time, with minor lapses. But I’m back, baby. And as I’m usually late to the party, I just got around to listening to her latest album, Confessions On The Dance Floor.
Now, until I got my new car, I really didn’t care about stereos. Okay, maybe I did, but I never had a very good one. But the new car’s stereo rules, and this album rules it harder. I’ve been turning it up so loud I can’t even hear the kids telling me to turn it down. That’s what I call an experience. Then I ran with it tonight. The dog didn’t stand a chance against this fat old man. Good stuff. I highly recommend it. It is so choice.