My cellphone rings three times in the early hours of the morning before I roll over to answer it. I don't remember the conversation on the other side of the line just my responses to it which go in the following order,

"Hello"
"No"
"Okay"
and,
"Bye".

What was I talking about? Then around eleven I get a text from Angela appologizing for being such a ( Read more... )

     I ask Glenn what he wants for Christmas and he tells me he wants his old life back. They do not sell this at Walmart so this then begs the question of what I'm doing at Walmart in the first place. When we measure how much people care about us by what they give to us it really seems as if the clearance isle at Walmart ought to be deserted. But ( Read more... )

     I had this dream when I was little. I dreamt I was a bird. No seriously. This is a true story, my Ma told me. I would get up every morning and describe to her this ever changing, ever evolving, but always elaborate dream where I was a bird. I was a bird and I'd look down on the town and the people I knew and sometimes I'd get a little ( Read more... )

     One day you're walking the streets of Chi-town in beautiful sixty-two degree weather with just enough cash in your wallet to replace the coffee mug you broke earlier that day with enough let over to maybe purchase that Killer's CD you've been wanting. Then the next day (today) you're walkinng through the streets of Chi-town with a tacky ( Read more... )

     I don't know what to say and that's the only thing that I can say. I haven't said anything because I don't know what to say, and you can only say that so often before it becomes redundant and annoying and someone else has to tell you to "stop saying that please". And that's why I can't get a word out to say. Becacuse I truly believe that this ( Read more... )

     And this I know, his teeth are white as snow. What a gas it was to see him, walk her everyday into a shady place. With her lips she said, "hey Paul, hey Paul, hey Paul, let's have a ball!". No shit those are lyrics to a real song. First time I heard it you know who I thought of? Yeah that's right PK. PK and my school girl crush. And now I can' ( Read more... )

     Hey, you guys, you met me at a very strange time in my life. Haha, like there was ever a normal time in my life? I once read somewhere that everything you ever do in your entire life is a self-portrait. The way you walk, talk, anything you write (even a fucking check), everything you paint, draw, think...it's all you you're all just one big ( Read more... )

     It's been a week of learning experiences. I'll keep this entry short (vague) incase my mother ever reads this. All these horrible things I say and do would break her heart and make her worry. If you cant clarification and an ass load of funny stories give me a call. Otherwise, flip that switch and you can stay in the dark like my Mama.

MONDAY: ( Read more... )

     This ain't Vegas, and I ain't playing Black Jack. Fuck, I haven't even been drinking Jack. Never the less your humble narrator is going to get punched in the face sometime next week. Did she piss someone off? No. Did she offend a Christian group? No. Did she get in thick with the mob? No. Abusive relationship? No. No, no, no, this little idiot ( Read more... )

     The empty handed painter from your streets, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. Oh, it's all over now, baby blue. A long time ago, in the years of my youth, I only smoked when I was waiting for something. Waiting at a red light, waiting for my shift of work to begin, waiting for a phonecall,...well you get the idea. Living in the city I ( Read more... )