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Thursday, December 17, 2009 | |
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Frogs and Oceans Location: my pad, having a PB&J Mood: anxious Music: let's get rich and build our house on a mountain  George Bailey: Oh, now Pop, I couldn't. I couldn't face being cooped up for the rest of my life in a shabby little office. (remorseful) Oh, I'm sorry Pop, I didn't mean that, but this business of nickels and dimes and spending all your life trying to figure out how to save three cents on a length of pipe. (resigned) I'd go crazy. I want to do something big and something important. Almost exactly two years ago, told y'about the saying, A frog in a well knows nothing of the ocean. Was thinking about that for three reasons:
Pa Bailey: You know, George, I feel that in a small way we are doing something important. YASYCTAI: Drop me a line. Don't be psycho. (5 mins/0.25 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Thursday, November 12, 2009 | |
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Me Again Location: on my couch Mood: refreshed Music: Please allow me to introduce myself  At the enda Interview with Vampire, we find out this once wild vampire's alive. But he's a shella himself - scared and scarred. Hold that thought. Contrary to what most people think, the fast food fight isn't between McDonald's and Burger King. McDonalds has about 31,000 stores across the world but Subway will have more than 32,000 by the end of the year. Cause during this yeara horrible economic times, Subway profits grew by 17%. It went from number whatever to number one cause it saw it's chances and took them. And Wayne Gretzky said that, You miss 100% of the shots you don't take. It's all about seeing your chances and taking them. There's been debate as to JFK's notion that the Chinese word for crisis is an amalgam of the characters danger and opportunity - but that doesn't make it less true a concept. Crisis's when y'can take your shots. The breakup, the theft, the car accident, my grandmother leaving, and the cancer scare took their toll on me. Once told someone that as a lawyer, a fencer and a kickboxer, wasn't afraida nuthin. But the last three years, was scared and scarred. Of everything (cept maybe the girlies). A body can only handle so many crises. Three years's enough to not take my shots, to be onea those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat. After three years, a twelveth of my life, not only am I home again, feel like I'm me again. Gonna be in DC over the weekend. Catch you next week. YASYCTAI: Take your shots. (0.5 secs/3 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 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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Thursday, July 02, 2009 | |
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...blue sea Location: 22:00, yest, scrubbing my cellar Mood: thoughtful Music: there's reason to believe Maybe this year will be better than the last  Just found out an ex had another kid. A boy. And Germany's on my mind again. And other ghosts from my past keep making appearances. Him: You're so naive, Logan. Me: The difference between you and me, is that I think people're inherently bad, but can do great things. You think people're inherently good - but y'like knowing how dirty they can become. Him: (laughing) Alla these Europeans and Americans so pissed off about their white Christian children dying in Iraq and Somalia for brown Muslim babies; they got no problem saving white Muslim babies in Bosnia or Serbia. But man, brown ones? They go nuts. That is, until they can't afford their plasma TVs. Me: Enough... Him: Why? Cause you know I'm right? The saying goes that, the things that piss you off the most (lowers voice) are the things you know, in your heart, are true. There's another saying that goes, it's always a choice Between the Devil and the deep...  YASYCTAI: Have a relaxing fourth of July if you're on my side of the world. Y'should have even if you're not. (48 hours/0.5 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Monday, January 26, 2009 | |
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Vacation Location: the rents for the holiday Mood: ready Music: My city or mountains Stay with me  It's 20090125. My vacation's over. Got some rest. Happy Chinese New Year.  It's 20090124. Pulled into port early. Too tired and dead to walk so I hop a cab to my pad with enough rum to supply a navy. It's 22 degrees. Water Harold. Say Hi to George. They're silent but I think they missed me. 212 emails. Damn email. Wrestle. Stumble to a party at Gio's where I meet a 22 year old French girl. No lie, ask Paul. But I've the girlie I want most so smile politely and stumble home. Just before I go, see a buddy get her digits. Someone's always playing the game. It's 20090122/23. Spend two days at sea. Which sounds like a chore but there's this German saying that goes, Gutes Gespraech kuerzt den Weg. Season 1 of Dexter doesn't hurt either.  It's 20090121. Arrive in Tortola. It's 84 degrees. Not much to see so after 45 minutes, walk back. Another day, another sandy beach, but learned why the chicken crossed the road, and almost bought this. Didn't. Got some sun on a deck before we headed home. Over dinner, Heartgirl and I discuss religion. Wanted to tell her that Blaise Pascal once said that Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction. Didn't get the chance. But it's true and a good quote, so I'm telling you.  It's 20090120. Arrive in St. Martin to go SNUBA-ing. Didn't cause the diver said visibility sucked; cool dude - most guys woulda taken our dough and taken us for a ride. So we had three rum drinks, a Clara and an argument instead. No little umbrellas, though. Crashed the Hilton beach by the sea where I got crashed into some rocks by the sea. It's 20090118. Arrive in Antigua. Not much to see, so after 15 minutes, walk back. If I ever did drugs, this would be my place. But I don't; I do rum. Note to self: See a rum factory. Another day, another sandy beach. Got a new camera a while ago. Sorry. Meant to introduce her: Clara. Learned to play 500 Rummy and taught Heartgirl how to play ChoDaiDi.  It's 20090117. Arrive in St. Thomas. It's 76 degrees. The waters are a blue that you can only imagine. They've mobile service there so I ring up my brother who's trying to figure out his love life. Someone's always playing the game. 37 emails. Damn email. Sit by the salty sea and watch the elusive NJ Hoochie Mama perform her mating dance. The target NJ Guido isn't impressed and takes flight. It's 20090115/16. Spend two days at sea. We wake up every morning at 6AM, have breakfast (carbs), work out, and eat a second breakfast (protein). There's this saying that goes: Good conversation shortens the travel. Sounds better in German. Found out today that, round where we left yesterday, a pilot landed a plane on the water. Good. NYC deserves some win.  It's 20090114. Water Harold. Say Bye to George. They're silent but I think they'll miss me. Zero out my emails. Damn email. Too awake and alive to take a cab so I walk to the docks on the UWS with my bags in tow, dreaming of rum drinks with little umbrellas. It's 17 degrees. It's 20090113. My vacation begins tomorrow. Hope I get some rest.  YASYCTAI: Couldn't read anyone's posts while I was gone. Tell me what I missed. (10 mins/0.5 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Friday, January 09, 2009 | |
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Mental Health Break Location: 17:00 yest, finding parking on CPW Mood: hyper Music: blinked my eyes and you were in flight But I did not move, I just watched you fly away  Onea the things we saw in DC was a section on bomb shelters. Submit that my parents could outlast yours in a nuclear disaster. No snub against your rents, rather a testament to the hoarding abilities of my, curiously small, forbears. Know this cause I stayed over the other night and woke up hungry so poked around their pantry. That alone should give you an idea of what we're talking about; who has an actual pantry these days? Lemme tell you who - my parents. Let's just talk about the 100 packages of ramen there: at 536 calories each, comprised of mainly fat, white flour, and sugar, that's 53,600 calories, or enough to keep them each alive for 22 days. That's just the ramen. There's also the 10 pounds of instant oatmeal, the two 50-pound bags of rice, and the two dozen boxes of spaghetti - they don't even eat spaghetti! They also have three, count em, three refrigerators. Three. Some people hoard gold. Some fine art. My parents? Complex carbohydrates. God love em. Did I mention the three iceboxes? Though y'didn't ask, ended up cooking a frozen pepperoni pizza for four and killed it myself. Before you judge, also had an orange. Don't tell Heartgirl as she's ill prepared for how I eat. In other news, after the tease of a weekend in DC, decided to blow what little coin I've left on a vacation in some warmer latitude. First one in over a year. Perhaps not the most fiscally sound decision, but then again, I'm down six-figures and have a belly fulla processed cheese, so the heck with it. Let's call it a mental health break, yeah?  YASYCTAI: Plan a mental health break of your own. (120 mins/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, January 06, 2009 | |
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My first days of 2009 Location: 15:15 yest, Grand Hyatt, Washington DC Mood: cranky Music: tell them I'm fine and to show I've overcome the blow  New Year's, had dinner with Heartgirl by mine. Ate so much that we had to leave at 23:30 to get into our fat clothes - and by "we/our," I mean, "me/my." But she's a trooper. Saw the ball drop on the big screen and promptly passed out. New Year's day, stayed in and mostly digested but we did see Slumdog Millionaire. See it. Friday, was on the way to see Ricky Wong and a buddy at a bar downtown when I saw a guy playing a piano on the platform in the subway station - not a keyboard, a full-on piano. Took out camera and started taking pics. When other people saw me snapping, they did as well - about 10 people all snapping pics of this dude that somehow managed to drag a piano into Union Square Station. At the bar, sat next to Jason Patric who was sucking face with some chick. No place like NYC. But, on Saturday, hopped into the whip with Heartgirl to go to Washington DC where we didn't see any pianos on any of their stations. Stayed at the Grand Hyatt - nicest hotel I've stayed at in over two years. Note to self: Sunday, saw the American History portion of the Smithsonian and went to the Spy Museum. When in Spy Museum, see the exhibits but avoid the interactive game, Operation Spy. You'll thank me. Were too tired for dinner so got some sandwiches and ate on the 11th floor lobby balcony. Monday, hopped back into the whip and took off for home. It's PCD's birthday, should give her a call to wish her well, but it's late. Sure we'll talk soon. S'funny - used to wanna call the ex to tell her that I survived the blow. But stopped caring enough ages ago to ever bother. Washington DC's nice. Not as nice as NY. But nice. So, 2009...     YASYCTAI: Go to a museum. Cause you just should. (90 mins/2 pts) Labels: traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Wednesday, December 31, 2008 | |
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Home Location: 10024 Mood: ready Music: Ive been up and down the highway In all kinds of foreign lands  Y'ever see The Warriors? That old school film from the 70s where that freaky dude goes, Warriors, come out and plaaaaay.... It was actually loosely based on onea my favorite historical stories. Lemme tell it to you: Long time ago, about 10,000 Greeks fought on the wrong side of a Persian Civil war. Mercenaries. The winning side said they'd spare their lives if their leaders got together, which they did (idiots) - course they were slaughtered. So now, the men are leaderless and hopeless. So they just decided to die. But one mercenary, Xenophon, stepped up and said, Remember who we are. We're warriors. If we're gonna die, we're gonna die like Greek soldiers - on our feet. And our feet'll be pointing home. So they organized and started the 2,000 mile walk home - that's like walking from Maine to Florida. In sandals. In enemy territory. Madness. But along the way, they went from sloppy, stupid mercenaries to disciplined Greek soldiers again. Relentless and brutal, they killed anyone in their way. Cause they were gonna get home or die trying. It was all about the trying. 10,000 men started the trip, 6,000 saw home again. The 4,000 that didn't make it died with their feet pointing home. That's why I love history so. Cause it shows us where we should be going. Y'know, I'm not actually Chinese per se; I'm parta this ethnic group called the Guest People. "Guests" cause we had no home - like the Greeks, we always picked the losing side in a war, far from home. All our stories, all our poems, have something to do with finding home. 2006, 2007, mosta 2008...it's like I was in foreign places, doing foreign things. Feel like I ran about madly, trying to find my way back. To what? I dunno. Also dunno what 2009's gonna be like. Or what'll happen to me or any of that. It's all just time and tide, yeah? But partly cause I'm clear outta scratch, partly cause I feel my teeth again, partly cause a boy can only drink so much red, red rum, and Spent way too much time the past three years on my knees. Is it: My fear is my only courage; my feet are my only carriage? Either way, it's right. Hello, 2009 - been waiting for you. YASYCTAI: Where do you come from? (120 mins/2 pts) Labels: hope, New Year's Eve 2009, traveling, troubles Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008 | |
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The California Sun Location: Santa Monica in my head Mood: tired but hopeful Music: something always comes up something always makes her stay  Me and my Mom Her: You're always seeing someone. Me: No, I mean I'm seeing someone... Her: (puts down hula hoop) Wait, what does that mean? (excitedly) Are you getting married soon? Is she nice? Does she want kids? What's her name? Me: (sighs) Clearly, I've just made a grave error in judgment. Me and my Brother Him: When I left NYC for LA, I had two suitcases and a guitar. Then when I left LA for Miami, had a house fulla crap, a cat, and a wife. Me: And now that you're moving back to LA? Him: Well (thinking) I still have a house fulla crap and the cat (pause) But I've since shed the wife tho... The cool thing about the people that you're close to is the shorthand language you've got. My brother used to sing in a bar while in med school. One song was about this singer in a bar that loved a waitress named Rachel who wanted to move to LA. The guy didn't know what to say, so he just said, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun. For years my bro said he'd move to LA. Always joked that if he ever did, I'd want a postcard from LA. Then one day he just up and left with two suitcases and a guitar. Spur of the moment thing. Poof. Week or so later, got a postcard with a picture of the California sun and not much else. Didn't need much else. I remember that I sat down on my striped sofa and cleared my throat. Then I cleared a place for it on my fridge. Somewhere through the years, lost it. Stupid roommates. S'ok though - lookee what I got today:  YASYCTAI: Send someone a nice picture. If y'got time, send me one too. (1 mins/0.5 pts) Labels: blue sky, dialogue, family, goodbye, story, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Monday, November 10, 2008 | |
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Miami Location: finally back in NYC Mood: tired Music: Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad  Me: You look like a betting man. If I can get you 25 people, mostly girlies, will you get me a table? Him: I'll do better than that, I'll get you a bottle. Went to Florida for 20somthing hours over the weekend. Last minute decision; my brother's moving to Cali so he was having a last hurrah. Started out at the Chesterfield Hotel which was fulla doctors, nurses and booze. Lotsa booze. Onea the guys was getting frisky with onea the girls. Her: (to guy) Why are you touching me? I'm unclear on that.  Then we hopped over to a club called Cameo where, fortunately, some guy floated alla us in. Unfortunately, a bunch of guys in masks, dogs and guns stormed the club. Fortunately, they were cops. Unfortunately, they shut the joint down, arrested alla the owners and bartenders and, more dismaying, didn't lemme finish my drink. Him: There's some malfeasance going on.  The group decided to hit up another party but I ended up chatting with a promoter at another joint and managed to convince him to float us all in and comp us a bottle of vodka. He ended up buying me a buncha shots too. I like Miami.  The bartender leaned over and said she was buying me a shot of Tequila too. Told her that Tequila and I weren't on speaking terms but she bought me one anyway. At around 2AM, she pulled me onto the dance floor. Afterwards: Her: You're fun. (pause) Did you say you were leaving on the 20th? Me: No, I said I'm here for 20 hours. Her: Are you coming back soon? Me: Don't think so. Gotta head back to see the girlfriend. Her: Lucky lady. (smiles) Thanks again for the dance, Logan. Me: I'll let her know. Thanks for the dance, Lana. Crashed with everyone for a coupla hours. Woke up and ate, what I later found out, were cream puffs that were in the fridge for possibly a year.  Rushed to the airport, missed my flight, so went back to brother's. Try number two worked and I ended up in Newark airport at 21:15. Dropped my buddy Paul off downtown and zipped off to my favorite lady in the world. Him: Mom went to bed already. We'll get breakfast tomorrow. Nite. Heartgirl, my favorite lady whom I'm not related to, is away for a few weeks. In Africa. Think I miss her already. But it's probably for the best. The next two weeks are gonna be rough.  YASYCTAI: Go somewhere completely different soon. You need a change of latitude. (Two weeks/3 pts) Labels: dialogue, flying, random meetings, story, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Sunday, August 03, 2008 | |
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Waiting for the Right Scene / Hardest way to Travel Location: in front of a glass of rum Mood: sigh Music: Got no place to go but there's a girl waiting for me  PCD: (turning to me) That's not true, I haven't kissed anyone else in a long time. Me: Really? How long? Her: A whole week. Me: (quizzical look) Her: (turning back to TV) When you stop kissing other people so will I.My friend Joanne said once that dating past your 30s is like that board game Scene It. In the first part of the game, if you get something wrong, there's no penalty. In the second part, you're penalized for each wrong answer. She said that dating up to 30 is like the first part and dating past your 30s is like the second part. Spoke to Heartgirl recently. Like HEI, she's become what I'd consider a close friend. Well, as close a friend as I guy like me has. She thinks I'm going about this wrong, the random dating and whatnot. But I've done the serial monogamy thing for 16 years. It doesn't work for me. Without a hint of arrogance, I believe that whomever ends up with me is a lucky girlie. Cause I'm whip-smart. Given lead time to prep and the right jeans, I'm easy on the eyes. Have fairly good manners. Can cook. Most of all, though, I'm loyal. For that girl, I can say, I'm yours. I've gotten it outta my system. 130+ dates later, I'm good to go. I choose you. And yeah, I'm old, weird, clumsy, nerdy, insominatic - the list goes on. No lie, whenever there's money left over for rum after a mortgage payment, it's like Christmas morning. But I know what I bring to the table. SX once asked me what entertainment I'd provide and responded, "I am the entertainment." One should know one's value. Cause if your cup of self worth is only half full, why would anyone else see any more than that, y'know? In other news, the woman I love the most in the world is on a plane to bury the woman she loves most in the world. There's no harder way to travel than with a broken heart. It takes 22 hours to get from here to there. That's a long time to spend with your thoughts. If I could take that cross from her, I would.  Labels: blue sky, dialogue, discussion, family, flying, goodbye, single life, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008 | |
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Derek Location: home Mood: sad Music: And I'm asking the good Lord "why?" and sigh  Found out through Benlbr that our friend Derek is in the hospital. Hit and run driver. From what I know, it's touch and go; he's not awake. It's very scary. He was the stoner in our show, 72 to Canal. I don't know him that well but I like him; he's young and talented. I hope very, very much that he gets a chance to be old and talented. I pray he gets that chance. Like most people in NYC, I run into him in the life. When he first found out that I had taken up photography, he was like a kid in a pot-filled candystore. He's such a good guy. Wish I could say something profound but the words escape me at the moment. I'll tell my brother to let you know if anything happens to me. Cause you should know. We're friends, after all. ---------- With nods to Irnbruise, this guy is selling his entire life online. He's going to walk out of his house with the clothes on his back and his wallet. I can relate. Of course, I'd take Harold and Syd. No worries. I'll tell if I've gone fishing. I'd like to start over again where nobody knows me. Have all my stupid mistakes a million miles away. But we all got our baggage, yeah? Even if it's only what we carry inside. Labels: Derek Srisaranard, harold, hope, Syd, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 5 comments ::
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Elsewho Location: 19:00 yest, Malachy's with Heidi and Buckley Mood: sotted Music: I used to go out to parties and stand around Rain: Can I borrow your phone? Me: (absentmindedly) Sure. Rain: Here you go.Me: Thanks. Hey - what'd you do? Rain: Nuthin! So paranoid...I'm in a 300 year old building in Passau that's been converted to apartments. The ceilings are high with wooden floors and painted on the entire far wall is a pop art portrait of a blond girl crying. Honey and Katherine are there. We'd just gotten back from Vienna. A woman I love is there too. She whispers her nonsense word into my ear and I whisper mine back. We're having an early dinner of pasta when Marvin Gaye comes on. Honey shrieks, and jumps onto the table to dance when my girl pulls me up and says, "You too" as I laugh and follow. She smiles, turns back to me and says - (phone alarm rings, it's 5:15AM in NYC) Me: (sit up and look groggily at phone) Dammit Rain...dammit... Fall back into bed and plot revenge against Rain. Sigh. Toss off covers. Flip on Ghosts of Goodbye and start doing situps as ghosts fade away. Eins, zwei, drei...  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Why do you hate me so? Location: a new leather couch; not mine Mood: hard to say Music: baby I know we had a bad day and you are so mad at me  Spent part of the morning last week patching the roof on my building. Good thing I went to an ivy league. Got covered in tar; took me an hour to get it off before I had to run to a meeting. Musta smelled like a mechanic, which is not good considering I'm trying to land this client. Speaking of clients, in About a Boy, Will had just enough scratch to pretty much stop working and just idly fill up his days. That was me for seven years. Not so much any more. Me: OK, the account is locked. Don't put anything else into the account, otherwise, it'll trigger an audit by the bank, alright? Client: Got it. One week later Me: (exasperated) The bank called and said you deposited $10,000. Do you remember our conversation? Client: (puzzled) It's just $10,000. Me: "Just $10,000?" How'm I gonna explain this? Stop putting money into the account! Client: Got it. This morning Me: (almost screaming into phone) You took the $10,000 outta the @#$@# account?!?! Client: You said it didn't look good if I put money in so I pulled it out. Me: (slamming head repeatedly onto desk) Now we gotta explain how $10,000 magically came in and now left the account IN THREE DAYS! Where did it come from, where did it go? Client: (angrily) You said don't put anything else in - I didn't! I took it out! Me: (quietly sinking into chair) I see. Why do you...why do you hate me so? ---------- If you look closely at the pic, you'll see a faint contrail right above the first building. I remember taking it and wondering if they were coming or going. Then again, I hardly know if I'm coming or going. Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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