LUDA.

Yeah, I dropped it right off the bat. Yeah, sickest time ever.

High / Mighty

Tried to! He shut me down. I'm getting that kiss eventually, dude.

You got him, Rimshot! Way to go.

"Unless a Worrell (like you) places his hand on the bark of the tree (like this), and says, 'Yea- I call thee forth, Trantor'..."

"...But what are the chances of that happening?!" 


We are supposed to grow. People have got to change. BUT...some shit is forever. This is forever, for me. R.I.P., Jimmy V.

Over/Under

Him: "So anyway, yeah. I didn't even know the guy! But he kept giving me shit. Just gawking at me, and staring me down every time I went to get a drink. It was bothering me and it was bothering my friends. So finally, I just snapped. I walked up to him and told him, 'Dude, I don't know you, but you gotta cut this shit out. If you don't cut this shit out, you and I are gonna go outside and I'm gonna jack you off. Real good. I'm not kidding, man.' "

His Friend: "Wait, what?"


Him: "I know, I know! I'm never that guy. Dude, let me finish though!

So you know what happened? He heard me. I mean, I screamed it at him. The whole bar heard me. So he turned all red- like beet red- threw his hands in the air and just walked away. Punk bitch."

His Friend: "Fucking hell. UP, dude. Gonna jack him UP! Jesus, man."

Double Barrel

Fuuuuck. They're in the house.

Booty Sweat

On that new-wave exercise tip. Let you know how it goes. 

Roll Credits

On the way home from work today I didn't beat the Studemont light. So I had to sit under I-10 for a couple of minutes. This one homeless dude gets up from his seated position and starts walking across the intersection. He had the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt rolled up, and on one of his forearms (can't remember which) he had a couple of "SS" lightning bolts. In my mind, that means one of two things- either 1) he feels differently about race and ethnicity than I do, or 2) he, at one point or another, was way into choppers and/or chopper culture. Just guesses.

Anyway, this dude walks across the intersection and looks at another homeless dude who appears to be sleeping. Homeless dude A walks up to sleeping homeless dude B and starts nudging him gently. Doesn't work. Dude nudges him a little more. Still nothing. At this point, I'm thinking, "Damn, this is a long light."

Eventually homeless dude A starts violently shaking homeless dude B. He shook that dude for a while, and that dude never opened his eyes, made a move, or responded in any way. Either homeless dude B was having the best/worst/most enveloping dream he ever had in his life, or he was dead.

The light changed and I went on my way, thinking the same thing I think at least twenty times every day- "Damn- I wish I had my camera."

Been listening to this album non-stop today. Shit just hits you, hits you, lays yo ass straight flat.