life when you're drunker than bukowski (no one's drunker than bukowski)

the thing about this is i meant to say a few words and then slip away. a few words to you, no one every one every goddamn thing that came to mind. and this is how it turned out. anyway, i'll play with these cards as long as there's a chance at four of a kind and there always is until the last deal comes through. i might just win.

going to see alan (the band) tonight. damn good. very sunny day influenced. very passionate and a vocalist that hits notes that make my ballsack retreat. i don't know where his went but i'm pretty sure they were cut off by venician monks when he was nine. there is no other way to hit notes like that. if i could marry the couns of a musical note, i would marry the last chorus of "bomber". talk later more less a little bit of craziness. be drunker than bukowski likely as not. bear with it i was born trying to be hemingway.

2002-09-13 | 10:20 p.m.
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