johnnyfive

i broke my bed again last night. this time i actually bent the metal frame!!
it's funny but sucky. i spent all morning hammering it out and it nearly made me deaf. which is not cool because i just bought the bjork live box set and my ears are salivating for her voice to make sweet love to them. and for my eyes' viewing pleasure i bought the indiana jones trilogy on dvd. although i find them to be "summer" films, i can enjoy indy any ol' time i guess.
so i was in a drug store tonight and this old southern lady walks up to me, hands me a pamphlet entitled: "I can go to HELL?!?!?", and says: "Here you go sonny, this here'll tell you how to not go to Hell; it's all in there. By the way, where do they sell medicine in this place?"
i was actually polite and took he to the medicine with my eclestic booklet in tow. i wonder if was the tattoos or the lost look on my face? sheesh, the visable tattoos are crosses on each arm and i was just stoned and looking for the finest point rollerball pen. i could spend hours looking at pens, i have no idea why.
so, i'm gonna go and read how not to go to HELL but something tells me Ol' Scratch is saving a special place in the ol' brimestone hotel when i kick it.
can i kick it? yes i can.