it's a brutally liberating feeling to no longer have to report to a fiendishly overgrown hot dog pushcart. no more harsh, tedious nights watching the crack cocaine tricks and freaks parading down the boulevard from a distant window. no more stress associated with making boatloads of food within a ridiculously short time frame, no more tings of ( Read more... )

somehow, my dreams keep resembling old video games. not in any traditional sense, but the objectives and reward in them sound like something out of an old Final Fantasy. here goes (as it is still weirdly vivid in my memory ( Read more... )

i must realize that acid is not meant to be dropped at just any moment. i thought i had learned my lesson after that nightmare in south central l.a ( Read more... )

hmm, soho lounge. somehow getting plastered and ambling into a three dollar cover with amongst flocks of plasticity has lost its manic charm. two bottles of mad dog, enough booze to make a perfectly sane man pick a fight with his esteemed spouse of years over utter nonsense, now makes me feel like vomiting the contents of my soul over the blacktop ( Read more... )

seven day work week. fifty-two hours to recoup my mortally anemic bank account ( Read more... )

Friday. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Two blotter tabs. 24 canisters of Whippits. A trusty bowlful of good smoke alongside. Time to get my feet wet again...

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nightlife has recently consisted of sitting on the front proch with a ring-finger sized blunt watching the petty wildlife scmaper across the streets. working late night nonsense at south beach, leaning back against a stainless steel wall, a piping hot grill inches from your face, flocks of fine figured chicks in all shapes and sizes rollerblade and ( Read more... )

sitting here with an uneasy case of writer's block, hoping my linguistic skills hasn't hopelessly atrophied to the point where i couldn't piece together a coherent complex sentence. the sticky july weather can take it's toll on a day-to-day bicyclist, this place is not unlike mother nature's swampy breath before she takes a massive bite of a tuna ( Read more... )

today i decided to go vegan ( Read more... )

watching billy graham prattling on in his old, yet still crisp southern accent to his legions of jesus freaks hanging on to his every word got me thinking. what if this modern-day philistine were to dive headlong into a massive civil war campaign, on some twisted crusade to wipe out liberal influences such as MTV and Mountain Dew? If he were to ( Read more... )