Washed In Whiskey Nights

We're all getting older, let's not pretend otherwise. So turn it up, that the sound might make it through the accumulated and waxy build-up. Number one reason for hearing loss is waxy build-up, that's a fact.

Bought this album with Shelley. I walked right past it. She saw it, laughed about his nudie-suit (that's what that's called), and showed me the cover. I doddled, then decided I should take a chance.

Thank the Great Spirits for that.

This shit is amazing, and not in the least bit ironic. But mostly- it's pure to fucking form. Pure to a form that's shrinking into the distance. Pure to a form we've pushed to the edge of a very familiar cliff. Could ask the dodos about that, but...no, we can't. Can't ask George Jones about it anymore, either.

 This album was made in the year 2013. I think that that should be thought on, for a minute or so. That fact has real weight to it.

All Dio Is Magic

New lamp. Been in this antique store in The Heights for months and months. Had my eye on it. Two weeks ago they cut the price in half. I really stood no chance.

A gigantic, HEAVY, cored piece of quartz- mounted to a marble base. Just...amazing.

Every year, around this time, my folks ask me what I want for Christmas. And I just laugh, and I keep on laughing.

Side Darkness // Side Evil

Your Christmas present came in, Mom.

Expedited shipping, from Europe. Pretty penny, but...whatever. You're worth it.

Friendsgiving.

Our cups run over, collectively.

Too Many Bubbas In This World

"Got him, Coach!"

"GOT HIM, COACH!"


That was the saying, on the baseball team. And on the basketball team. On every high school sports team, in every high school in this country, when my friends and I were in high school.

For the life of me, I can't remember it's origin. I'm not gonna Google it.

A kid would make a good play, or stop, or drive, or score, or whatever- and this would come flying out of his mouth. It was a way of saying, "I just performed well, I listen to rap on the radio, and I can be a little bit 'hood, when my folks aren't around."

Man, it fucking boiled my blood. Still does.


Also, I enjoy taking photos of my floorboards. As I live on them, they just get so dusty. I struggle to keep them clean. But I think they photograph really well. 

Daytrippers.

Find what you love, and let it kill you.

 

 

-Bukowski

Failed Career in Marketing

"Since 1981.

Hole's smoking when we're done."

=REBEL FUCKIN' MACHINE=