So here’s the deal: Johnny’s in the basement mixing up the medicine, and I’m on the pavement thinking about the government, right? Meantime, the man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off, says he’s got a bad cough and wants to get it paid off — so I’ve got him to worry about. But does any of this stop my wife from waking up and complaining that I haven’t
May 2004
May 2, 2004
Thoughts for a Sunday Morning
Is there anything funnier than a couple of lesbians joined at the ass by a stretch of Polish kielbasa? I don’t see how there can be, honestly. Anyway, get that political machinery moving, big guy. Stick it to the Man. And remember: you’re like a Terry Mcauliffe to Gen Xers still living in their parents’ basements. Use that, dude…!
May 2, 2004
Talking back to 80s music, 9
Blunt, chronic, dutchie, whatever… Just hurry up and pass that shit over here. And pass those Sour Cream and Onion Lays over, too, while you’re at it… “Pass the Dutchie,” Musical Youth
May 2, 2004
Unfinished business
Just to follow up on this post: well, Terry and I did meet for a coupla drinks this afternoon, and goddamn if it was great to see him again! He’s put on 80 lbs — and he’s convinced the Secretary of State is “that butler guy from the ‘French Prince of Bel Air’” — but other than that he’s healthy and sharp and upbeat. He’s even planning a tour this
May 1, 2004
Transgeographic Syncronicity
Yup, yellow twist ties here, too. And a bottle of 60mg Zinc tablets. Like I’ll ever eat those. **** update: Ate a handful. Not bad. Tasted a bit like Jagermeister, if you must know.
May 1, 2004
Brautigan, Revisited – an American love story
Chapter 5: Troutskin and Brambles Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. When we finally stumbled into my cabin at around three in the morning, Elizabeth asked if she could use my bathroom. We were both quite drunk. “Down the hall and over the little footbridge to the left,” I said. “But be careful of the blackberry brambles of they’ll scratch your face all to hell.” “Thank you,” she
May 1, 2004
Scenes from my driveway, follow-up
A few moments ago… Deadbeat neighbor: “So can you at least tell me if the Nuggets won last night…?” Me: “Nope. But I’ll up my offer to fifty-cents if you promise to go inside and change that shirt.”
May 1, 2004
Scenes from my driveway
Deadbeat neighbor (pointing): “That your newspaper?” Me: “Yes it is.” Deadbeat neighbor: “Think maybe I can borrow the sports section when you’re finished?” Me: “No. But I’ll be happy to lend you a quarter.”