What makes a man do what he do? The question is not lost on me... however the answer is far more elusive.
Swinging Utters and Millencolin are a fine soundtrack to a night comprised of a case of Amstel Light a full pack of Winstons. A measuring cup quarter-filled with pure Atlantic sea water makes for an ashtray worth remembering.
I have sent CDs across the Pacific, soon it will be my turn. I had to accept a $26,000 paycheck deduction today... at times, the life I lead falls far short of the world in which I need to live. The money I made at market should more than make up for that, but tonight I'm getting drunk. Fuck them. Fuck them all.
Sometimes it's just not worth the bother. I understand the homeless on a level most may not. When I lived in DC, they comprised the majority of my friends. Having no compatriots in college; hanging out in Dupont Circle, waiting for my server, watching the chess tables and unknowing smoking joints laced with raspberry-flavored crack. I hated it all then as well, but now I realize how wonderful a time that really was.
That's it for tonight. Tomorrow... a haircut, a carwash, and a lunch date. What's the old saying? "...two out of three ain't bad..." We'll see...
Swinging Utters and Millencolin are a fine soundtrack to a night comprised of a case of Amstel Light a full pack of Winstons. A measuring cup quarter-filled with pure Atlantic sea water makes for an ashtray worth remembering.
I have sent CDs across the Pacific, soon it will be my turn. I had to accept a $26,000 paycheck deduction today... at times, the life I lead falls far short of the world in which I need to live. The money I made at market should more than make up for that, but tonight I'm getting drunk. Fuck them. Fuck them all.
Sometimes it's just not worth the bother. I understand the homeless on a level most may not. When I lived in DC, they comprised the majority of my friends. Having no compatriots in college; hanging out in Dupont Circle, waiting for my server, watching the chess tables and unknowing smoking joints laced with raspberry-flavored crack. I hated it all then as well, but now I realize how wonderful a time that really was.
That's it for tonight. Tomorrow... a haircut, a carwash, and a lunch date. What's the old saying? "...two out of three ain't bad..." We'll see...
ribs are healing. mom says shell fix the car, and i stopped watching daytime TV. so the human race has to find a new avenue to dissapoint me from.
"this is what you get when you ask for the truth"
(listening to that right now)
"i got a preachers mouth, and, a rock n' roll heart..."