languid

just one of those days... kids fucking just don't know any better. if you pinned it to there fucking t-shirt maybe they wouldn't lose it.

it's better to let them fail and ask you to do it than to try and help them.

it is better to ignore their foolishness because they may or may not go the distance with you.

they ask you where you left it when they put where they forgot.

you ask why did you leave your truck open and you wonder why they get ripped off?

you ask why they leave the window down and why someone reaches in and helps themselves...

so sad. so indecisive. fire me and set me free.

what. what. what. what. what.

breathe. breathe. breathe. breathe. breathe. breathe.



so i saw that star wars movie on saturday. i went to the first show @ 830am and didn't stand in line. i got decent seats. it was bearable. i didn't hate it and i wonder what will be there next flick.

went to j's pot of soul on octavia and page. had my usual. the number one which is the kitchen sink order.

two eggs, two large pancakes, two pieces of bacon, two sausage patties, home fries and clarified butter.

naptime in alamo square park.

walk for the place we see in the park. saw a beautiful two bedroom on the park side of fulton. it's just down the block from the "russian embassy." 100 year wood floors. huge, i mean huge, living room and all the rest with a washer/dryer. fanta's on the way. beers and chicken wings thai style with garlic on the way... found the building which didn't look like it was from far away. found where we started. went for veal sausages, next door and chimay, trappist monks make the ale, @ the torando.

ran into a friend who laid his woes down for me. i didn't see him, he yelled out, "eh... hawai'i." he mentioned again that they have a groove/soul/r&b workshop on fridays and that i should come and play. it would be a healthy change and the vibe provided is all love. who knows... i dig on the radio maybe up and close on the back beat tip. he plays bass, they got tablas and others who come thru with a usual core. we'll see. i came home and put it out on the radio to find the saturday night groove on kpoo and ended up hooked into my head cans until the late night and the paws slipped into twisted wrecks. got my funk on and wiggled the wikka, wikka for awhile....

i got the call last night, the long distance came for the fix. it was good. and i heard those y'know things....

my head's changing. the bullshit is rolling off. i'm feeling better now.

tomorrow no shit. don't give it. don't hear it. just focus on the front and get it done and leave the children to get whatever they sign up for....



aloha,
j