he cool weather had gone on for at least a week. Even in the middle of the day, I'm comfortable sleeping under a thick blanket. If a late burst of Summer is "Indian Summer" then perhaps an early burst of Fall is "Columbian Fall."
ere I am, drunk on Kentucky bourbon, working on my musings using the very primitive equipment available to me at Kappa Mutha Fucka. It's a 25 Mhz 486 on a 14.4 kilobaud modem. Vintage might be the operative word. Since I'm drunk, I have a few choice words for one of my detractors out there wasting his time on my unredeeming site: Chaz-you little tough guy (the one with the rich parents who buy you the latest skinhead/fascist fashions). Wingnut calls you "brother" because you've joined the "skinhead movement," which, he tells me, is based on "working men's pride." We all know, though, that your popularity as a teenager isn't based on who you are, but instead on how much loot your parents have. Isn't it a horrible situation, then, that humble little impoverished me can put whatever the hell I want on the internet and there's not a damn thing you or your mommy and daddy can do about it short of killing me, which would only draw more attention to this place where I embarass your rich little wanna-be skinhead ass? What must your friends be saying behind your privileged back? Ha ha! I encourage you to stare into your own sphincter and behold your essential nature!
gain today I had vivid dreams, and they weren't even depressing. Unfortunately, I can't remember them at all. I need to start carrying a pad of paper around with me along with the other things I usually carry. I had a long pre-work nap, but something about drinking all that bourbon beforehand took its toll on me. Tonight here at Comet, I feel like I have sagging asphalt rooves ontop of my eyeballs. It's amazing how healthy I am considering all the alcohol I drink and all the marginal food I eat. While it's possible that a diet of bourbon, french fries, fried chicken, ramen and Cambell's Vegetarian Vegetable Soup is the ticket to a long and healthy life, somehow I have my doubts. But I can't even remember the last time I became sick from an actual disease.
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