A blog no one reads that I never update.
As I fed the cats yesterday morning, I very briefly considered pouring milk over a bowl of kitty kibble and eating it like cereal.
While a part of me is still perversely curious about trying this, the rest of me remembers that raisin bran crunch almost certainly tastes better.
I have a 1″ scar on my right eyebrow. A friend and I were attacked by a couple drunks while we were out for a walk. It bled so much that a group of twenty people all stopped talking to stare as a cop and I looked for them.
Posters, a large wall mural/hanging thing, and a Japanese woodblock print I found in a snowbank and framed.
Yes. All of them.
I’ve all but given up trying to find any current music that doesn’t suck. The music industry can get fucked in the eye with a crowbar.
No. Should I?
Meaning and direction.
Pedestrians, while driving.
I’m afraid I’m turning into a hobo.
Last week, Megan and I were walking back from the bars. (Needless to say, I was very drunk.) Despite my staggering and blurred vision, I noticed a cigarette lying on the sidewalk. It had obviously been stepped on because it was flat, but seemed fine other than that . I picked it up and put it in my pocket. Megan stared at me, disgusted.
“You’re not actually going to smoke that, are you?”
I grinned and nodded, then smoked the entire filthy thing down to the filter once we got back to the apartment.
This wouldn’t prove much of anything if not for what I did yesterday.
There’s a pizza place with outside seating on the corner of my block. I walked past it on my way to my car, and noticed a lone slice of pizza on top of a serving tray. The tables by the street were empty, and it looked like the pizza’s owner had paid and left. I stared down the slice, my brain churning furiously.
Do I steal the pizza? Am I really hungry enough to steal food from a restaurant table? Is this pathetic? How long have I been standing here thinking about this?
I snatched the slice and walked away briskly, hoping no one had seen me. And it was delicious.
It tasted like hobo victory.
Also, like pizza.