Things actually going well? Bite your tongue. There’s still enough uncertainty in my world to make for a semi-dark cloud to keep on my tail. The trouble is, even though I’ve paid all my bills, I can’t help but feel that I’m forgetting something…. Unsettling feeling indeed.
Great big globs of greasy grimy gopher guts.
No weirdo freako zoombas hassled me on the way from work yesterday. Amazing. It’s a brand new day!
Last night, leaving the office, headed to the train, near the corner of Erie and Orleans and two kids round the corner. The one closer to me says to the other, “Watch this,” so I’m immediately on my guard cuz I know he means -me-….
As he passes me, he kinda stumbles at me and shouts, “Oh jesus! Fuck!” or something to that effect….
…a testament to my sanity that I didn’t do anything back, especially considering the events of yesterday. What? You don’t know what happened yesterday? Yeah, that’s what I thought, bubba.
I get emails with subject lines like “Do you like naked Asian girls?” and I think, how on earth could I possibly say no to that? If I say no, I’m either gay or racist, and I’m neither of those things…..
Last night on the way from the office to the train, I see a guy waving and smiling towards me — but I don’t recognize him, know him, so I figure he’s waving to someone behind me. I don’t acknowledge him, but as I walk past, he starts talking to me. I can smell the booze on his breath (of course) and can’t understand more than a third of the words he’s saying. I manage to pick out “brother” “unemployment office” and a few other words from a hard-luck story….
He tells me I look like a “smart guy;” like an “officer” and I wonder if my buzz cut (and my sheer buffitude) makes me look like I’m in the military or something.
But I’m not worried until he says he’s “got nothing left to lose” because those have got to be the words most often heard immeditately prior to a murder. Oy yoy yoy.
He never asks me for money though, so I don’t give him any and make it into the train station no worries.
Bizarre? Indeed!
I’m bringing a lawsuit against Steev’s Cool Journal For SUCKERS! because of this entry in which he publishes one of my best haiku without my permission. I’ve been waiting a long time for “Steev” to make a mistake like this and now it’s time to act.
Steev, you’re going down, SUCKER!
friendly violence
paves the way for begetting
friendly violence
Been doing too much complaining lately. Fuck that. No more talk of ailments or maladies or annoyances. Such talk is pointless. Gets me nowhere. Certainly no fun to read, right? Right.
So I won’t tell you how fucked up my job is right now.
Hah!
Jesus, what if I told you that the meek could inherit a whole lot more than the Earth….
buy.com has taken Buick’s slogan and trademarked it. Not sure if Buick has dropped it completely….
….or why I care.
I think it made more sense with Buick. But thinking about it further (as I am now, for reasons unknown) none of it makes any sense. What’s all good? What the hell are they talking about?
How can it possibly be all good? And what’s buy.com got to do with it?