saida

I just quit last week on the 1st without having paid rent. Now I have no job and no money and it's the 7th. Still haven't paid rent. Who's hit rock bottom now?!?!? ME BABY! ME!!!

At least I have a truck to sleep in if I get my ass evicted.

It sounds like you will be leaving Saida's life to join the new cast of THIS OLD BOX.....

I totally want to be a stunt driver.

incidentally, all you need to make this photo fucking perfect is a four knuckle ring that says BOO YA!

Ahhhh you are such a JEZABEL

All hale Saida she is the sexy,sultry,bitch we all wish was by our side.....

Just sending out a general invite to anyone from the Rochester area to come see Smock at the California Brew Haus tomorrow, June 5th. www.smockrock.com, it'll be fun.

sexy picture. I also dig your profile pic.

2 cats for that long puts me out of the picture....umm....

i used to hang birds all the time, like when i was on the bike and a cabby would try to run me off the road. but now i stick my tongue out at people. it's wetter and better.

YeeeHaaa! Rock on baby!

I KNEW you would come through!

Much love in your direction.

you kinda look like ah piggy! let's hear you SQUEAL like a piggeh!


[Edited on May 31, 2004 8:08PM]

tommy's crazy memorial day story #1: start with drinks at b-side. i thought harmless. but the bartender that i've had the hots for for ever starts griping about how it's sooooooo slow, and then yawns. in my face. and i'm all like: well it's the fucking sahara desert over here beeeotch. who do i have to blow in this bar to get another round?

note to self: women who are supposed to be serving me the firewater but don't do the bidness properly are instantly unhot.

crush officially over. meh.

then my buddy samir showed up, and we went out to brooklyn to check a bike rally, which was moved or some such shit. i dunno. but we ran into these gutterpunks and got even drunker, and eventually i busted my ass and my bike. that part is a little blurry. matter of fact everything after this is really blurry. then back to the hood for more drinks, and one of my friends is all like "i need to get laid," and i'm all like "wrong party dickface." and then i split and ran into a kid that knew my buddy emil africa from port townshend. and this lady who kept chekcing harlem was trying to tell me how to fix the bike, which was a little jacked up from the aforemention busting of ass. at one point she rode off down the block on it and i was scared she wasn't coming back. but i was too drunk to run after her. thankfully she returned, and i convinced her that she looked like shit on my ride.

this morning was big big bad hangover, but my friend d nice swooped down from the heavens with coffee and aspirin. god bless her. and then she and i went to chinatown for some reflexology.

the end.

I know we talked this morning, and I don't have much but if you need something fun... that I can help with.

Keep that laid back - Young M.C. "roll witih the punches" attitude. It will take you so far, and keep you sane. It also impressed the hell out of me.

I'll look for you on the next episode of this old box
just kidding take a deep breath and think this problem out and a solution should present itself or go get drunk and plead on the sympathy's of your mates...