Friday, March 19, 2010

Corned Beef and Kegs

Photo courtesy of The Boy, who was downtown working yesterday at 6am. When I dropped him off for work this morning, E.4th was littered with trash and looked amazingly like it used to look, before the restaurants grew up like a shiny plastic playmobil set. Dark, gray, dirty, and used up like a twelve dollar whore.

I woke up for a small time today, like I was sitting there at work and thought "wow, my brain is totally finally functioning and clear." But it was over quickly, like a glimpse of the sun through the clouds.

During lunch, I accidentally erased ANTM, cause I misread it and thought it was American Idol. Did I cry? Well, it didn't actually occur to me what I'd done until hours later. The thought slowly crept in, as if I'd forgotten to turn off the lights. But I spent tonight briefly at the roller skating rink for Jere's birthday, and then the Red Lantern for some gay bounty hunter/japanese obstacle course talk. So I'll be honest, I don't have it in me to care. That picture above? That is my brain. Salted fat meat and metal containers of cheap yellow booze ie Giant Hop Urine. I'm going to bed.

2 comments:

  1. Question:

    What exactly will a $12 whore do for $12?

    ReplyDelete

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