the dude abides.

had a little hiatus that involved moving to a new house and being without interent for the better part of a month.

so now i'm settled down, we should hang out.


also, my new job starts friday. well, really it started today, but we open friday night.

kirkwood aces bar and grill
1992 hosea williams dr in kirkwood.

come out and have fun.

tonight at work, a customer said to me:
"you have an AWESOME face".

it made my night.

i got mugged in piedmont park tonight. two dudes with guns came up behind us.

we're ok and they only took 20 bucks, but they got my cell phone.

fuck people.

milan kundera once defined poetry as "that which everyone writes, but no one wants to read." that being said, tell me what you think:


i kissed you in an elevator
i kissed your hands in the night
i kissed you in an aeroplane
on a transatlantic flight

europe couldn't hold us
and elevators reach too tall
and if i had known you meant it
i'd never have said goodbye at all

hotel lobbies are too open
and airports are lonesome spaces
and traveling through the dark of night
every spectre wears your faces

next question, and then i promise i'll be done with the emo shit:
why can't you just talk to me about it? you'd be amazed at what i can take.

not talking is about the only thing i can't take.

why is it that every girl that gets close to me leaves without so much as saying goodbye? like once you find out enough about me it drives you away.

i mean, i try not to get introverted and calloused, but goddamn it's getting harder by the day.

never NEVER underestimate the power of myth.

so i hung around estoria for like an hour, didn't see anybody i recognized, and no one recognized me. so i went home.

sorry i missed out.