hi carpal tunnel in my hands and arms.
how was your vacation?
great, how was yours?
it was cool. even dibilitating illnesses like breaks. i’m glad youre back and writing and working again, though.
can i ask you a few questions?
what’s up with your Hotmail address?
im not looking at the firstname.lastname@example.org one any more, im only looking at the xxxtonyxxx at hotmail one.
too much spam?
i used to drink a shot of rum every time i got a penis enlargement email, my liver is forcing me to quit that game.
ah, okay. now, anna is having a hard time getting Tsar to play for your birthday. i might be able to get some Dylan tickets at the Wiltern, wanna go?
nah, i think i’d rather see Tsar.
i thought you loved Bob Dylan!
i do, but if given the choice, i’d rather see Tsar.
you’re crazy, man. Dylan at the newly renovated Wiltern? Thats gonna be a great gig.
what part of Tsar is my favorite band dont you understand?
why dont you hit up the skinny model chick for some tickets to the Stones at Staples on Halloween?
i love her blog, but i would rather see Tsar. i think she’d rather see them too.
but she’s so connected! i bet she could get you backstage. maybe even meet Mick.
yeah. that would be nice. but i would rather hang out with my friends at Spaceland, and hear the new tunes, and the old tunes of the best band in America. maybe they would wear costumes or something.
no, like real costumes. maybe if they all wore dresses like the stones did on that one album where they all looked like ugly women.
i hate to break it to you, tone dog, but i think it’s over for Tsar. you can’t even get their cds at Amazon any more.
f amazon. people should buy cds at independent record stores, not huge online conglomerates.
whatever you say, hippie.
ok, im gonna go finish my danish and get to work now.
great, i’ll be here rooting you on.
thanks, carpal tunnel. who’s gonna win this Angels game tonight?
shit, that’s tonight?
the angels own the yankees. i say they win by 4.
i’m with you.
au contraire, im with you, senior.
uh huh, yeah. whatever.