Wednesday, March 31, 2010


Phone ringing.
Freja: "Hey Jimmy, it's Freja, Do you want to step out for a second and grab a coffee?"
"Well, I'm pretty busy but I have time for a quick macchiato."

Tuesday, March 30, 2010


Woke up and heard The Hollies "The Air That I Breath," on the radio and couldn't help but remember my buddy Brueger pointed out that Radiohead directly lifted it chord for chord. So I sang that to myself for a bit, the original, minus the chorus. Downed a macchiato while reading and laughing to chapter one, section five of "A Gentle Creature," in a coffee spot, and then on to the deli. I just wanted to pop in and scream a bit because I FUCKING LOVE that old Indian dude that works there. He knows exactly how to phrase things, in the most alarmingly charmful manner, "You feeling lucky today?" You couldn't write it or read it or text it or sing it but if you heard the way he said it... From the inner depths of a man that sincerely wants me to win, and knowing that I will, wants to inch his way onto my good side so I'll toss him a couple thousand when I do.
One ticket, BOOM (echoing under the grand stands) automatic twenty dollars!
Today is my fucking day.
My buddy let me borrow his old Rickenbacker because he was too lazy to get the output jack fixed. It's a 15 dollar job. I'm off to pick it up and ruin my neighbors day.
"The squabbling started when she took it into her head all of a sudden to over-value articles..."


We got a wounded Dardy on our hands and he's got nothing but spare time.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Thursday, March 25, 2010


Knocked out. Stone cold. Lying in the middle of the busiest street with cars sweating at the thought of being stuck. A bag... a handymans looking type of bag stuck to a hand that wont let go and the saddest part... that after clutching to it and looking of death the paramedic drove off and left it.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Tuesday, March 2, 2010