back on the grind
There aren’t enough cigarettes for me to suck down nor are there enough bottles of scotch for me to soak my tongue in, but I'm still here, aching for cancer, watching porno on the internet, writing this post to you.
I just got back from San Francisco. The first two days I was there the only thing I ingested either came in lines on a mirror or in a glass filled with ice cubes. Finally I ate a pot brownie and my sinuses dried up so it felt like there was a huge gob of mucous lodged behind my nose and no matter how much I snorted and swallowed it still wouldn’t drip. Eventually I drank a few pints of water and forced down a plate of pasta and my head cleared a bit. But just a bit.
I watched the news while I was there. it seemed more local than I remembered. (They showed highlights to high school football games. I thought that was something for specialty programs.) There was a uproar over the trial of this murderer. It seems a guy took his car and deliberately ran a bunch of innocent people over. He wasn’t even from the city, but a suburb about 30 miles east. He drove all the way to San Fran just so he could mow down a bunch of John Q Taxpayers with the grill of his dodge hatchback. Sad story, sure, but curious all the same. It is the same mentality as the guy that grabs a rifle, sets up in a tower, and begins picking people off at random. Only it was with a car. What made him decide to use his car as a weapon? Isnt that sort of a hassle? I mean, buying the gas, all the red lights, I guess you don’t mind the pedestrians, but you cant really speed. What if you get pulled over? then you got tickets to worry about, the cops keeping an eye on you. Its too much! I initially thought it was some random dude just snapping at the wheel, but no one snaps at the wheel and then drives 30 miles to kill random people. Hell, they’ll just run over the people in their own town, and won’t even have to fill up the tank! It’s a shame what happened. But it struck me as odd all the same.
I took the red eye home. it was delayed 2 hours. The flight didn’t leave until midnight. I didn’t get in until 8.30 this morning. I didn’t reach my front door until 10.30. I still haven’t slept. My balls have the same sweat on them now as they did 12 hours ago. I'm sure just reading that you can smell them. And I'm sure they smell delicious. Enjoy.
this newscaster looks a little guilty. good look buddy. oh, and if you've never been to CBGB's, which shut down recently, check out some 360 degree photos of it. its almost like youre there, i guess. You ever wanted to be jackson pollock? sure you have. well now, you can! And finally, you MUST watch this new British comedy. it is pure. fucking. gold. trst me on that one.