1. Tuesday, November 5, 2002

    hi man on the moon 

    hi tony, hows it going?

    shitty.

    republicans got you down?

    ever heard of a train, man on the moon?

    a choo choo train?

    no, a gangbang. when one guy after another has sex with a girl. they call it a train.

    oh yeah. a train. i mean, huh?

    i feel like i got caught up in a train today.

    im sorry, tony. why dont you talk about it, sometimes it helps.

    nah.

    go ahead. i’m all ears.

    nah.

    seriously, it would be my pleasure to help you. you’re always there for us.

    bitching about stuff is for bitches.

    as an astronaut i can tell you, the planets are all f’ed up. dont take it personally.

    got outta work late tonight, walked a mile to the busstop, realized i left my wallet at the office, walked back. turned out it was in the garbage can.

    what the hell was it doing there?

    who knows?

    tony, can i ask you a serious question?

    sure, moon man.

    are you on drugs?

    thats the sad thing. im not. i got pretty drunk last week, but not room-spinning drunk.

    no pot, no acid, no coke?

    i told you, on halloween those wizards offered me some weed and i said no, ask moxie she was there. i said no.

    hugs not drugs?

    hugs not drugs.

    well tony, shit, you read the bible. you know the story of job.

    i aint job.

    well, duh, but that doesnt mean that sometimes the good Lord doesnt let the devil at you for an hour or two.

    but a whole day?

    sure, why not. maybe two days sometimes.

    fuck.

    yep.

    so im supposed to just take it.

    uh huh.

    and hope it gets better in the morn?

    it probably will.

    and what if it doesnt?

    then suck it up. be a man. what do you want, a shoulder to cry on?

    no.

    good, now shape up. the kids look up to you.

    dumbasses.

    shhhh.

    okay, thanks astronaut guy.

    youre welcome tony. get some sleep.

    k, night.

    jack bogdanski