- Shame, shame, shame, late for work again.
- Shut up, listen: do you think every time I kill a bug I was supposed to kill it. Like god put them there for me to end them? And here I am, feeling bad when I crush them while trying to help.
- Don't ask me, I'm just your left big toe.
- There you go, always being fresh. How come the other's not like that?
- King Righty? He's got nerve damage. He's a fuckin vegetable. That whole boat has everyone vying for power like an African country.
Right from the start, you were a thief you stole my heart
Oh, EatKhash, why did you go and do that?
Then you came back and started yelling at me,
Cause the drugs that you bought when sold my broken heart
were bunk shit
Oh, they was bunk shit.
Why did you do that, EatKhash
and sell my broken heart
for bunnnnnk shit
oh, bunnnnk shit
...they was bunnnnk shit
I had this dream recently—it was that night after I couldn't stop talking to myself all day and slept at 8pm, but i didn't tell you the next day because i was worn out from talking to myself—I was in a long-term prison, but I got the sense that I was a few years into my sentence and had somewhat adapted and I was walking with my crew . I think of them as my friends but I wouldn't say that outloud. So we're going up an escalotor, maybe there's four of us, two by two, and I'm trying to keep up with the conversation, but I can't make out the name of the guy they're talking about. I try four times to make out the name, asking them to repeat it, but still can't make sense of the sound, so then I say,
"What did he say? Tevez, or something...?"
"Vinnie, man. Vinnie."
"What? Oh, I don 't know any Vinnie."
"But you know a Tevez?"
It was pretty funny.
See the whole prison was like a mall, and it was big and well-lit, but the depressing thing was the glimpses of the sky through the ceiling glass, like it was unnecessary or irrelevant now
I'm not insecure. I'm aware. At least I think I'm aware of what I am. So a term like that other one is just kind of silly to me, to dwell on or even get insulted by it.
Why should I dwell on...
Why should I wallow...?
...I mean, what am I going to do, scream at the earth? Will it away?
Every way I try to put this, I feel like I'm getting defensive. And that's the thing, I 'm not. I'm not trying to deceive myself or paint some profound misery. The misery is dull.
When I'm distracted, I seem to always laugh about it. But it's obvious in my actions.
It's always there. I can't ever be that man. No amount of crunchies is going to change that.
Well, it could. Siberia and labor.
Best I can do is work with what I have.
I still try to control her, by cussing at her, judging her (empty phrase to a hypocrite), killing my brain, rewiring, can of worms
The whole point of going early today was to come back home early, take care of some things, then go to the library and write some angry letters. Around noon, I stopped by somewhere to catch a little UEFA and had chorizo n egg breakfast burritto. I wasn't really hungry, I didn't enjoy it, but my brain or body was still in starvation mode from last week. I ate the whole thing, went into my car, and promptly fell asleep. I woke up a couple hours later whimpering, and there was this old blonde white man with long hair and blue eyes sitting down in front of my car staring at me, and I said, Jesus?
Then I got out of the car and bought a Strawberry Shortcake ice cream and it seemed like he was smiling. I stared at him for awhile as I was eating it.
Hey, what's the biggest pain in the butt for truck drivers?
A pain in the butt! Ack! ack! ack! ack! Get it? Ack! ack! ack! Hey, what's that? (points to your shirt)
And about the work, I don't have to much to say. Here, we have a nod to our friends from south of the border, the hard working migrant day laborers. I opted not to include the tall-can, but that was a logistical issue, as I'm sure you'll understand.
And, what else...the drink is Picante flavor—a little too Ralph. I don 't remember it being this spicy . But I guess what most took me most is the challenge, and their little beating hearts and...godman this is spicy. These fuckin Mexicans man, I swear. Hey, you'll want to cut that last part out.
hey, how are ya? Hey I want to look drunk in my picture
oh, I'm going to eat somewhere real fancy tonight. I just know it.
you're in a laundry room
ive had these headches, weird headches, like shit your parents do that they don't want you to know about. They come and hit me real hard, then they run away just as quick.
I'm like, "Fuck you headaches!"
- Show em the red card. Those assholes deserve it.
- Fuck the cards. Where 's my cane ?
So I threw on the counter when this girl was in line ahead of me to test my theory, and said soak me in, baby.
i want to go back in for seconds, but I don 't want to ruin it. I want savor it and respect the memory like I should've did.
Yes, she does look good. Plump and sexy. A cute shoulderless dress that brings out her dirty blond and pale skin. She's not food, she's a fruit.
And this black dude looks like he dresses good all the time. orange dress shoes, light white high water pants—i used to wear high water jeans in elementary— a blue blazer of some sort and a shirt that was not black. I couldn't pull that off. I wouldn't know what to do the rest of the week.
Al right guys, we're going into Beverly Hills real quick. Put your best clothes on. What? You didn't bring one? I like blondes, bald girls.
I don't know if I'll make it to the DMV. This diet coke is hot.
Agh! Dispose of it.
-There, now you can shut the fuck up.
- Did you tell them about the hidden cameras?
- No, but next time I'll bring you with me. I Qldon't fuck with the hidden camera people. Beides they're prolly in cahoots. I'm used to the hidden cameras. They want to watch me do that, I guess I can't stop them, but I'm not going to stop what I'm doing. It's the curtains that I can't ever convince myself to trust.
- Where to now?
- Gotta put in some hours, man.
- Ah, snooze. I'm getting drunk. Wake me up when you're at the DMV. I wanna check out the Armenian girls.
- Oh, I'm into Chechan girls now.
- Oh?
- Have you seen their girls?
- Fuggedaboudid?
- Ah, fuggedabudit!
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