June 1, 2017


I don’t want to write a letter.  Screw this.  This is stupid.

I punched through a door in my office.  I think I haven’t cooled off yet over some recent bullshit.

I am surrounded by disappointing people.

An absence of ambition saps my ambition.

I just read comics and play video games, and I’m still less of a fuck-up than any of these people.

I still read short stories, too.  And novels.  I’m fucking awesome.

I want to have a snack, but it is almost eight.  I’m not staying up until midnight just to indulge some childish impulse.

Tomorrow is a half-day.  I’ll just have a damn snack tomorrow.

I wonder what Donald Trump is doing right now.  I wonder what he had for breakfast.  Probably black coffee and a kitten.

I’m worried.  Things keep getting pushed back.  A payout is supposed to be coming soon.  Maybe I will rest easy when that happens.

I wonder what Roger Stone had for breakfast.  Probably gin and a kitten.

I have no home.  That’s scary and depressing and shitty.  I have no idea what comes next.  I don’t even pretend to have control over this screwy journey.

Maybe I will still accomplish something.  You can be depressed and angry and still make your time count.

I ate too damn early.  That’s why I want a snack.  Being back at work is messing up my routine.  Time to adjust a little.

I could always just shower up and get into bed.  It’s not like there is anything left to accomplish.

I think I need to read the Torah or something first.  Then Green Lantern maybe.

This muscle relaxer is relaxing my muscles.  I guess you get what you pay for.  It makes my lips dry, though.  Fucking Thailand.  Can’t get anything that doesn’t have some shitty effect on your skin.

Toxic dingus whistle.

What else.

The B52s are pretty good.  So are the Psychedelic Furs.

Goodbye.  Lay the blame on luck.  Goodbye.  Lay the blame on life.

Dinosaurs.  Chef Boy-R-Dee.

You can’t trust an impotent zebra.

I wish the water actually got hot in this fucking hotel.  A day like today calls for some near-scalding water.

What I’d really like is a nice long soak.  Playing Suikoden always reminds me how long it has been since I have been in a hot tub.

Urkel was the voice of Sonic the Hedgehog.  Crazy world.

Bowie Bless You,

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