Everyone has a vice. For some it might be smoking, the allure of the bottle, or porn. Mine is toys. So let me get this over with now…. “Hello, my name is Joe and I’m addicted to buying toys.” It started months after Willow was born when I brought home a bucket of large lego building blocks. I then progressed to GeoTrax train kits and architectural building blocks. I see no end to this addiction because I don’t have a problem. Mmmm….. sweet sweet denial.
Toy Overload
Holiday Memories
I have a vivid memory of my grandfather, accordian in hand, leading 30+ people in Christmas carols during a brutal Buffalo snow storm. We marched from house to house singing as if our lives depended upon it. Just about every neighbor invited us inside to warm up and have a drink. Can you even imagine inviting 30 wet people into your house and boozing them up? Can you imagine Christmas carols with an accordian? 
Not So Big
A debate has been raging for years regarding Santas ability to enter and exit a chimney to deliver presents to all of the good boys and girls. I’ve heard explanations that range from his belly being extra squishy to how he can teleport from one spot to another. Those are the freaked out ramblings of a peyote button popping fiend. Any educated parent knows Santa actually has a team of midgetified clones that do all of the hard work.
Christmas at the Camp
A tree in the corner with a roaring fire to set the mood. Flannel is romance.
One More Rolling Rock
We are the Marauders. We’ve come to steal your daughters. We like our booze and our rock n’ roll. We’ll break your heart and steal your soul. We don’t buy that two bit rap, because American Idol is a bunch of crap. I didn’t buy this here guitar to be a big television star. We’ve got this music in our soul. It’s nothing you can hear on the radio. If you don’t get it, that’s your tough luck. We don’t care about makin’ a buck. We are the Marauders
Brian Setzer
