Cramped in the back of the cab in R.'s truck on the way home. I let one go. Seconds later windows are rolled down and two men are leaning out the window, coughing, saying, "Let's give M. a ride home! What kind of idea -- oh shit that's a nine-out-of-ten -- I've let out a couple of tens -- Had the smell lingered once the windows were down, yours would've been a ten, M."
Stopped at the old place to collect mail. I got a cheque for $9.79 from the Globe and Mail, and a bunch of mail from the bank -- fuck the bank! The old place is now newly renovated. A new patio, a new kitchen filled with appliances that I uncrate, new space, new bathroom. Smaller than before. Family expanding in size and noise equals quiet room for adults.
Ass so itchy I took the bus the rest of the way home -- I shit you not. Plan to go out and chill with a few bevvies, provided I mic the right instrument.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you.
Posted by matty-b at August 26, 2005 7:14 PMhi matty. i hear you're in town for awhile still....thats aces. mr. david brock is having a kegger on saturday and you and yours should try to come. email me for dets if you need em.
high five.
s.