Paul is seriously out of control.
So lets just say that tonight i had a big date. There was this lady that I met about a week ago while I was out on the town. We hung out some that night...exchanged numbers, etc. So tonight we had our first official "date" I am all pumped up. Ready to go have a good time. Got some nice clothes on. blah blah. I head on out the door with a little extra skip to my walk. Im in a good mood.
I approach my car.....and then just about faint when I see what happend. My car has been egged....and when i say "egged" i mean about 6 dozen eggs (and shells) broken all over it.
Then on the windshield, written in ketchup, it says, "hey dan, pay your fucking library fines, sincerely Paul "your worst italian nightmare" mannone.
I about shit my pants. both with suprise and anger. so i asked Rick if i could borrow his car....he was very sympathetic and happily help me out. I went about my date....which was rather wonderful despite the preceding events. (it was a good conversation piece though)
now i deffinately owe paul some ass kicking.

OFFICIAL WARNING:
IM GONNA TAZER YOU, PAUL "YOUR WORST ITALIAN NIGHTMARE" MANNONE.

i need to go buy a tazer. thank god for walmart.

Paul Mannone seems to always be deserving of a good slapping. Yesterday, I took care of this.
I woke to my phone ringing. After I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes I looked at the caller ID and did not recognize the number. As standard procedure goes, if I don't know the number, I don't answer. No more than 8 seconds after the last ring the person calls again. Same number. This goes on for about 5 minutes as I drift in and out of a sleepy haze. Finally I get agitated enough and answer it. The number was from the Oshkosh Public Library. We all know who works there.
Paul Effing Mannone.
Once I got my grasp on the situation and realize that it is him, I just lost it. He told me that he was calling because I had books over due. $27 in late fees and a possible Lien will be filled against me if I don't return the books within the day. I hang up on him. At some point Paul must have taken lessons in persistence, because he gets an A+ in not letting things go. He called back. I didn't answer. Now was leaving me voice mails. Not dropping the topic at all. This was all interesting because I had no books from the Oshkosh Public Library. I have never been to the Oshkosh Public Library....or even know where it is if I were to try and get there.
The phone calls continued. Then the Instant Messages started to come as well.
I then decided to take action. I got dressed and headed to the car. I didn't know what I was going to do....but I was going to go down to that library and slap that bitch. I called a friend of mine in Oshkosh as I was in route to get directions to the library. As I was on the phone I passed a garage sale that looked appealing. I stopped and looked around. There I found two things that made my plan complete. A few old books. A fly swatter.
I purchased all for about $2.75 and headed on down the road. I pulled up to the library and parked in a spot close to the parking lot exit. I backed into the stall to insure a quick escape.
Into the library I went. Books and fly swatter in hand. I stood outside the office and called Mannone out. He looked surprised as his pathetic little eyes peaked around the corner. "Get out here chico" I said in my best English/Mexican accent. He came walking towards me. I could sense his lack of confidence...that feeling you get sometimes where you know a person isn't going to do a damn thing...and you know that they think you are absolutely crazy. I had the upper hand. He stopped about three feet infront of me. I made my move. With my left hand I threw the books at his stomach...on impact he bent over slightly putting his head within prime distance for a good fly swatter slap. My right hand swung and the sound of a plastic fly swatter hitting pauls left cheek was the sound of justice. The whole library froze...looked at me....I shrugged...then I ran. To the car. To the highway. To Appleton.

I have destroyed the cycle.
The sleep cycle.

I just now awoke from a 5 hour nap. It is 7:09pm.
Last night in Rockford I didn'f find much sleep. Upon our arrival home (after some brief snoozing in the van on the way) I found my self tired. So here i am with 5 hours of sleep under my belt and a whole night of being awake again. I wish Dave Attell would come to Appleton.

This weekend proved itself productive with good shows and wonderful times interacting with folks down in Rockford town. Things have been very fun down there in recent months. I look foward to heading there again over waterfront.

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