Just wrote my hand arthritic 
and enjoyed a nice slow flirt with the dreamiest of waitress/barista/bartender/Shangri-Las fan (As the Devil and Daniel Johnston both will attest, I turned the page of my Iggy Pop biography right as she changed the disc to the first cries of a Shangri-Las tune; down on my page, a picture of a Shangri-Las poster from some small club they played in Ann Arbor). Wijihijma, like nobody's business. 
Now I must transcribe and punch-up me ol' chicken scratch into something leaner and meaner, one violently clumsy key-stroke at a time.
Day two of riding my bike - Still feeling the residual effects from my years of smoking. But despite it all, I scaled Mount Mutante for the second straight day to the invisible applause of mariachi music.
I need a good lung brush. (seriously, the internet, you're telling me I can't find even an image of this classic Farley-era SNL sketch. Sickening! Just close your eyes and imagine a toilet bowl cleaner for your lungs. Ha... Eh, what's the point?)
Post Scriptum - Don't sleep on former Shangi-Las' vixen/vocalist, Mary Weiss. She's still spitting poisonous darts into broken hearts (Produced by Greg Cartwright of Reigning Sound fame). A living national treasure.
http://www.mediafire.com/file/ozy4zzdm12y/03 Break It One More Time.mp3
http://www.mediafire.com/file/kmdgz2dtykg/05 Cry About The Radio.mp3
and enjoyed a nice slow flirt with the dreamiest of waitress/barista/bartender/Shangri-Las fan (As the Devil and Daniel Johnston both will attest, I turned the page of my Iggy Pop biography right as she changed the disc to the first cries of a Shangri-Las tune; down on my page, a picture of a Shangri-Las poster from some small club they played in Ann Arbor). Wijihijma, like nobody's business. Now I must transcribe and punch-up me ol' chicken scratch into something leaner and meaner, one violently clumsy key-stroke at a time.
Day two of riding my bike - Still feeling the residual effects from my years of smoking. But despite it all, I scaled Mount Mutante for the second straight day to the invisible applause of mariachi music.
I need a good lung brush. (seriously, the internet, you're telling me I can't find even an image of this classic Farley-era SNL sketch. Sickening! Just close your eyes and imagine a toilet bowl cleaner for your lungs. Ha... Eh, what's the point?)
Post Scriptum - Don't sleep on former Shangi-Las' vixen/vocalist, Mary Weiss. She's still spitting poisonous darts into broken hearts (Produced by Greg Cartwright of Reigning Sound fame). A living national treasure.
http://www.mediafire.com/file/ozy4zzdm12y/03 Break It One More Time.mp3
http://www.mediafire.com/file/kmdgz2dtykg/05 Cry About The Radio.mp3
count:
"Being a one-man-bicycle gang" bicycle gangs are big in chicago aren't they?
raygunjones:
Indeed they are. I use to be a bicycle messenger when I lived there. I'm living closer to NYC now and can be quite shy at times (hence the One-Man-Gang).