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Tuesday, December 01, 2009 | |
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Don't really know Location: a grey, half-sofa Mood: cheerful Music: come with me we'll travel to infinity  Her: What was that sound!? Me: Was working on something and the live power cable hit the fan. Her: Logan! You're going to kill yourself some day. (laughing) And your fly's open. Me: (slowly) Yes. If something did happen to me, someone'd find that I'm 20% peanut butter (by weight, not volume). The remainder being rum. Did y'have a nice Turkey Day? This year was different. Paul and WM hung up their club shoes to play board games by mine. Very Waltons. The Professor wasn't in town but I did see Johnny. With the exception of the Devil, he's the onea the most dangerous men I know. That says a lot. And he brought his daughter over. Her: I like you. You're funny. Me: I'll take that as a compliment. Listen, keep your dad from punching me. He scares me. Her: He scares me too! This 25 year-old kid named Luis Armando Pena Soltren hijacked this plane from NY to Puerto Rico on 19681124 and went to Cuba where he spent the next 40 years in working as a day labourer. At some point, he musta thought, What the #$@# did I do with my life? So he came back an old man and's sitting at some jail cell knowing that he's thrown his life away on yet another thing that had the air of truth to it, but no real truth to it. Him: 10 Million. Me: Just this year? Him: Yeah. (pause) Woulda made more if it wasn't for this economy. Gotta fly back to China in three weeks. Me: Why dontcha just sell it all? The factories, the buildings, alla it? Y'can spend time with your family, hang out with me. Start up that school y'always say you wanna do. Him: (shakes head) Me: Why not? You make more money than the pope but you're miserable. What's the pointa all that green if y'don't get to see your family and I'm the only person in the world y'trust? Him: Don't really know. Nietzxche was right, your convictions're dangerous things. The choices remain the same: Change your map; Change your reality; or Keep crying. Better work out. Next year, doubt I'll have his daughter there to protect me. YASYCTAI: Have you considered fencing? (90 mins/2 pts) Labels: choices, dialogue, food, friends, thanksgiving  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Thursday, July 30, 2009 | |
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DC Fat Darrell Location: 12:00, getting pinned on 27th Mood: hot Music: let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France Skip the first 30 seconds. Weird thing was that I wrote a short story about a decade ago about a fairy godmother that I swear I told him about. But his version and mine're vastly different. Lemme know whatcha think.  Got a call at 1AM the other night from the girlie that I chatted to on a Gramercy stoop. She said I was one of the only people she trusted not to screw her over. Took that to heart and stayed awake to talk to her. Her: So what do I do about him? Me: Look, we all got this map of the world in our heads. And emotional pain happens when your reality doesn't match your map. It's like if you expect Broadway to be somewhere cause the map says so, but it's not. So you're thinking, WTH? Her: So what do I do? Me: (sighing) Y'only got three choices: change your map, change your reality or keep crying.  Question: What's the only mammal that can't jump? Went to a house party on a roof the other night. Something about the NYC skyline y'can't get elsewhere. But went to DC afterward anyway. DC was nice. Hot. Very hot. Spent mosta the time in the museums: Natural History and American History. Place was packed; kinda gives y'hope about the future if the museums're packed, yeah? Managed to score a suite at the GWU Inn; had a view of Watergate. Ugly as sin. The room was a suite cause it had a stove and fridge, meaning that we loaded up at the Trader's Joe around the way. Then, on the way back, stopped off at Rutgers to get a Fat Darrell.  Felt like a tubster so wrestled today. If one's 36 with a broken middle finger, injured neck, and tennis elbow, you'd think one'd not wrestle with 20-year olds at 99% humidity. Then again, making good choices isn't my thing. Anywho, a client finally called me today. Heading upstate tomorrow to try to make some scratch. Oh, and...elephant.  YASYCTAI: Have you ever had a Fat Darrell? Jog 15 miles, then head to Rutgers. Your mouth'll thank me. Your heart won't. (15 delicious minutes /-1 pt) Labels: dialogue, fat darrell, food, friends, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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