The History of Bodycount Joe
Bodycount Joe - resident movie critic, handyman, and chauffeur. I ran inta tha chicken late one evening at tha Waffle House. He caught my attention as he hopped up inta the booth and started watching me with those beady little eyes o' his. There is something a very odd about eating steak an eggs with a chicken sitting across the table from ya. So I did what any other red blooded American would do. I asked him who the hell he thought he was.
Hours later, as we sipped on some java, and his story wound to an end, I made the fateful decision to help this little chicken out. He said he needed someone who could drive because he didn't have any hands...and I had a truck. A truck big enough for some good times, a little bird and his friend called bomb. What the hell? I asked myself. I ain't really got another job.
Updates:
6/25/06 - Took a little walk down Memory Lane today...found myself a little lost and decided to write another movie review. Hell, NC ain't paying me to just fix cars.
3/28/06 - I finally found a movie I could relate to...at least if you're talkin' about blowin' stuff up.
2/2/06 - Joe got busy, with his VCR. Several new reviews are out. Read them here.