[Pause] “These go to eleven.”*
May 2, 2004
Brautigan, Revisited – an American love story
Chapter 6: Sausage Pizza Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Elizabeth’s body was warm and firm, like a ripe eggplant left overnight on the smoldering coals of a campfire. My body, conversely, I liken to a pink plastic garbage bag loaded with cottage cheese and Boone’s Farm wine, usually strawberry. We made love for the better part of three hours, first on the troutskin sofa held
May 2, 2004
Breakfast with protein wisdom
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 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