Woke up under a pile of windbreakers and ponchos in the backseat of James Taylor’s tour bus at about 3 am EST, one of the Kerry daughters passed out nude in the aisle, Tipper Gore folded over JT’s lap like a fleshy pink topcoat. The bus was cruising through Connecticut on its way down to the Carolinas, the driver told me, so I begged out, and he was cool enough
protein wisdom’s DNC coverage
July 30, 2004
protein wisdom’s Democratic National Convention coverage, 15
Woke up under a pile of windbreakers and ponchos in the backseat of James Taylor’s tour bus at about 3 am EST, one of the Kerry daughters passed out nude in the aisle, Tipper Gore folded over JT’s lap like a fleshy pink topcoat. The bus was cruising through Connecticut on its way down to the Carolinas, the driver told me, so I begged out, and he was cool enough
July 30, 2004
protein wisdom’s Democratic National Convention coverage, 14
Carol King. Quaaludes. Glow sticks. More Quaaludes. Scads of dancing liberals in crazy ritual headgear… This is all really freaky, man… **** update: uh, what was it I was going to say…? update 2: oh yeah. I had this really strange flashback…
July 30, 2004
protein wisdom’s Democratic National Convention coverage, 14
Carol King. Quaaludes. Glow sticks. More Quaaludes. Scads of dancing liberals in crazy ritual headgear… This is all really freaky, man… **** update: uh, what was it I was going to say…? update 2: oh yeah. I had this really strange flashback…
July 29, 2004
protein wisdom’s Democratic National Convention coverage, 13
Smoked a fatty with a clatch of Willy Nelson roadies during an early afternoon sound check, and I’m happy to report that there really are two Americas. There must be. Because weed of this quality doesn’t come from any America I know of, that’s for damn sure. Off to find me some snacking chips. Or maybe a Mallow Pie. Developing… update: Time for a nap.
July 29, 2004
protein wisdom’s Democratic National Convention coverage, 13
Smoked a fatty with a clatch of Willy Nelson roadies during an early afternoon sound check, and I’m happy to report that there really are two Americas. There must be. Because weed of this quality doesn’t come from any America I know of, that’s for damn sure. Off to find me some snacking chips. Or maybe a Mallow Pie. Developing… update: Time for a nap.
July 29, 2004
Twelfth in a series of real-time empirical observations / protein wisdom’s Democratic National Convention coverage, 12
“Um, that’s my bagel, Mike. Get your own. They’re free. As in, they won’t cost you a dime. The cream cheese, either. “Go on. Go to town, big guy.”
July 29, 2004
Twelfth in a series of real-time empirical observations / protein wisdom’s Democratic National Convention coverage, 12
“Um, that’s my bagel, Mike. Get your own. They’re free. As in, they won’t cost you a dime. The cream cheese, either. “Go on. Go to town, big guy.”
July 29, 2004
protein wisdom’s Democratic National Convention coverage, 11 B
Got viciously drunk on Edwards’ optimism last night and am quite hungover this morning as a result. Head feels stuffed like a Sandy Berger trouser leg. To make matters worse, I found a message scrawed in Revlon Illuminance Creme Shadow lipstick on my bathroom mirror just now that reads, “the monkey loveses the spanky!” So I think I’m going to be sick. update: my room smells a bit like Greta
July 29, 2004
protein wisdom’s Democratic National Convention coverage, 11 B
Got viciously drunk on Edwards’ optimism last night and am quite hungover this morning as a result. Head feels stuffed like a Sandy Berger trouser leg. To make matters worse, I found a message scrawed in Revlon Illuminance Creme Shadow lipstick on my bathroom mirror just now that reads, “the monkey loveses the spanky!” So I think I’m going to be sick. update: my room smells a bit like Greta