the long end of the stick

i asked myself casually "what's going on with this life business?" and not hardly threatening at all. i woke up to two flat tires, cokehead popped 'em.

cokeheads are bad at everything. he didn't slash them, he just let the air out, then neatly put the cap back on.

it's funny, these mornings.

i filled my tires up thrity-five, forty pounds of pressure i think the whole ordeal was fifteen minutes (slow drive to filling station to ensure the seal didn't pop) then sevety-five cents in the air and water machine. obviosuly, i didn't use the water. just the air. and here i am, a coffee cup. reading old knut hmsun again and damn, this guy is good.

i think today will be wonderful.

2003-06-17 | 6:11 p.m.
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