razor13

i am a lil' blank and hung over and i like a foggy mornin' when i am in this condition, so i am gettin' a couple of things that i want and i just got a call from one of the women that is involved in the art show on friday and she heard i was leaving for l.a. i guess she is worried about me coming back for the show, and nobody is ever reassurred that i will keep my word, even though its a week away, it is martin luther king, jr. day, equal rights and justice, that not so much to ask for, is it? and maybe to not get shot in the head while asking for it, or is that too much to ask for? i asked lady luck to smile on me and she did for a change, all pirate super bowl, arrrgh, pirates. no war, no war, but, fuck that, war is all i know, i been at war with some aspect of life since i can remember. the closest thing to peace time is a cheap hotel room and enough drugs and booze to kill the pain and some whore to be my mata hari, when her timer rings then piece time is over and its back to war....i will never know love with an attitude like that, i guess. i am betting that the attitude aside love is just a mirage invented by religious fanatics, it is a holy grail, an unattainable state, or maybe it is just my attitude...they want me to help promote the art show so i will have to come up with some type of plan to placate them, i am plotting now...