food coma.... 22oz porterhouse brought raw for inspection and selection. burnt on a wood fire to a wonderful medium rarity. spasketti & raviolis. salad. sigh...
i lived in the building next door to the lucky 13... girls in there can be different dependent upon the night of the week- but the bartenders are wicked cool
remember snoopy? y'know that suave red baron? y'know beagle that had more smooth than chuck and peppermint patty. anyways, he had a dance, y'member? it was kinda tappy and he pointed his nose in the air as he swirled and flapped his flappy dog paws.
anywas that is me with less grace and more furr and underfurr.
punk rock can be soothing for the soul to come home to. it seems that on this monday night i have chosen to drive around and take of things in the screaming wind and rain. crazy fucks need to know how to drive but whatever. somehow i found the serenity to just cruise on thru from eighty to 5 mph on the bridge at its... Read More
sometimes, when you're out, broken headed, brain dead and zombie stared, the universe provides serendipity to wrap those who are a part of you as well as something new, to bring you back from the edge, that place where you know you will be able to go farther next time. everytime you have the happnestance to go near, so near you aren't quite sure where... Read More
so.... it seems to be adding up to one of those weeks after one of those weeks after.... fuck it.
i think it is time to get laid off, sell the truck, fucking skag out for a couple of months.... yeah.... only if i get fired, laid off or just plain and simple told to fuck off. i'd probably... Read More
there is something funny when you wake up and go for the half & 1/2 and discover that the really good blackberry sorbet is next to the cream where you put it last night...