Almost three am- ye insomnia returneth. I need a massage...
Listening to 'Nighthawks at the diner' Tom Waits- the injection of humour make sthat album for me...
How do you even start writing a novel? I was browsing all the Word files Iain has on this computer and he has about eight BEGINNINGS of novels he's started and then quit on. I can't work him out... anyways. Here's my favourite of them-
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"Happy New Year, Travis Grady
Crash. Bang. Wallop. I dont know what made more noise; Aprils screams three flights up or the sounds of my stereo and television colliding with the sidewalk.
Ben Strickland, my best friend of four months turned to me I remember this and you know what he said? I told you not to go home for Christmas
He was right, of course- Christmas had been hell. My Moms dating fad had turned out not to be so much of a fad as a lifestyle choice and I got back to Burkettsville to find her shacked up with a cowboy with foot-warts. Merry Christmas, son, and meet your new Dad. Fantastic.
I turned to Ben, managing a smile; Youre right I told him but that doesnt get my TV back.
I didnt really give a fuck about being dumped- but I paid a hundred and seventy-eight bucks for that TV, damn it. With hindsight, of course, I can now say that it was an attitude like this that got me into the situation in the first place.
We didnt stick around long. Once shed thrown all my things we piled them into the trunk of Bens car and I took a good last look up at her, scowling down at me.
Your loss I said, not really believing it but wanting to sound cool enough to walk away with the last word, and getting in the car before she had time for a retort.
Ben looked me over; Okay? he asked.
I nodded just get me out of here I said I need a drink.
That was when the windshield caved in and April screamed three floors up
You forgot your fucking bike
So much for having the last word. Happy New Year, Travis Grady."
*
...I just likes it- can't even say why. I think it's the least... I think he isn't trying so hard to make a big impression with this one. He's not tryting to grab you by the balls with a really in your face style or wahtever- He's just talking how... he talks.
Things went good tonite. Lopped up some vegetables and some strips of steak and stirfried em in oyster-sauce, had the whole concoction with rice- I love Chinese food, though I've been eating a lot more Indian lately...
Still wading thru those 45's
Goodnite all
kisses, hugs, and the rest
Listening to 'Nighthawks at the diner' Tom Waits- the injection of humour make sthat album for me...
How do you even start writing a novel? I was browsing all the Word files Iain has on this computer and he has about eight BEGINNINGS of novels he's started and then quit on. I can't work him out... anyways. Here's my favourite of them-
*
"Happy New Year, Travis Grady
Crash. Bang. Wallop. I dont know what made more noise; Aprils screams three flights up or the sounds of my stereo and television colliding with the sidewalk.
Ben Strickland, my best friend of four months turned to me I remember this and you know what he said? I told you not to go home for Christmas
He was right, of course- Christmas had been hell. My Moms dating fad had turned out not to be so much of a fad as a lifestyle choice and I got back to Burkettsville to find her shacked up with a cowboy with foot-warts. Merry Christmas, son, and meet your new Dad. Fantastic.
I turned to Ben, managing a smile; Youre right I told him but that doesnt get my TV back.
I didnt really give a fuck about being dumped- but I paid a hundred and seventy-eight bucks for that TV, damn it. With hindsight, of course, I can now say that it was an attitude like this that got me into the situation in the first place.
We didnt stick around long. Once shed thrown all my things we piled them into the trunk of Bens car and I took a good last look up at her, scowling down at me.
Your loss I said, not really believing it but wanting to sound cool enough to walk away with the last word, and getting in the car before she had time for a retort.
Ben looked me over; Okay? he asked.
I nodded just get me out of here I said I need a drink.
That was when the windshield caved in and April screamed three floors up
You forgot your fucking bike
So much for having the last word. Happy New Year, Travis Grady."
*
...I just likes it- can't even say why. I think it's the least... I think he isn't trying so hard to make a big impression with this one. He's not tryting to grab you by the balls with a really in your face style or wahtever- He's just talking how... he talks.
Things went good tonite. Lopped up some vegetables and some strips of steak and stirfried em in oyster-sauce, had the whole concoction with rice- I love Chinese food, though I've been eating a lot more Indian lately...
Still wading thru those 45's
Goodnite all
kisses, hugs, and the rest
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Actually, my weekend was fantastic!!