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Buy the ticket, take the ride

I've been riding around with the Good Dr. for the summer, I think I have fallen in love with the man, which is unavoidable I suppose.
I have read The Rum Diary, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Generation of Swine, The Kentucky Derby is Decadent and Depraved and Fear and Loathing at the Super Bowl, which, because im so fucking neato, I own an original copy of, from a 1974 Rolling Stone magazine
(you may oooh and ahhh now)
Said magazine also includes a nifty and hot 2 way interview with David Bowie and the man himself, William Seward Burroughs.

Well I guess its about time I fucking update this mother, seeing as that its been ages and Im sure someone out in the cyber ether has missed my droll ramblings, TERRIBLY!

I went to church on sunday and had my socks rocked right the fuck off by the Reverend Horton Heat

And hung out with a security guard who was drunker than I, which was a feat to be seen. Since I was under the impression the entire evening that I was a rockstar and justly downed 3/4 of a bottle of Jack Daniels, one for me and one for Jimmy Page I suppose.

I got a free cup of coffee (which I like Kramer, would gladly take) because the bookstore/coffee shop I bought this record at:

Overcharged me.
Now lets address a few issues this raises:
1: hell yes I love The Guess Who, and I wanted to jam in my living room to No Sugar Tonight, and as Philip Seymour Hoffman (as Lestster Bangs) once stated, in one of 2 good Cameron Crowe films, "The Guess Who have the courage to be drunken buffoons, which makes them poetic!"
B: and yes I am so damn cool for purchasing this record.

I have decided that my job is basically that of Nurse Ratched in Cuckoo's Nest, I distribute meds to crazy people.
But my hospital is actually a Goodwill thrift store and the meds are useless items that crazy people feel they NEED. I am now acquainted with a plethora of certifiable people, enough that I think I will make an album with songs about each of them, something a little like Transformer, but ya know, gayer. Because I think I could come up with something more delicious than 'we're coming out, out of out closets"

Which reminds me that I also read a bio on Lou, Transformer, and I was worried that I would hate him after reading it, sort of like I didnt think Glen Campbell was so awesome of reading his bio. lol
But I just love Lou more, and so here's a little Lou for you to love in all his grumpy disenchantment:

Lou thinks this guy is a total asshole, or he is thinking about how he once tried to make an orgy happen at a Salt Lake City Carl's Jr. (fucked up on speed and wine mind you!)

A blurry Lou is trying make out with a man who looks suspiciousky and blurrily, like Brian Eno. I think he is trying to bribe him.

This is David Bowie and Lou's eyeball, fucking prick Bowie is always trying to be the center of attention.



Well I have to go sit in front of my sit in front of my air conditioner and drink PBR and jam to The Guess Who.