i keep telling him that although nothing in here is true, theres no way i would mess with the comments other than delete the racist, and/or stupid ones.
and i must admit that i have a hard time believing some of the praise that gets heaped on me, but im getting used to it, maybe thats not the word, more comfortable is probably the phrase.
but i do need it.
i have terribly low self esteem.
hot young girl from an exotic land took me up on my dare and called me last night. cute drunken breathy voice.
i cant believe im talking to tony pierce, she said more than once.
i have a feeling she wanted to talk dirty but you wouldnt want to have someone tape me talking dirty and posting that shit as an audblog post, would you?
i can talk a good game on the phone. especially if the girl has a few things to say. but, come on, i dont even know this little angel and it could have all been a goof.
then my girl linda called. everyone called last night. it was nice because my home computer is still at my buddys house being worked on, so i found myself at home playing playstation, flipping through the tivo, being bored as hell.
i love writing, and i love working on my website and blog when i come home. i have so much to write and it’s totally freaky when i cant write. its like not having electricity or not having running water.
so the phone rang all night and last night i answered it for once.
linda was telling me this terribly romantic story of her and this guy she just started dating. i love linda. shes a prison guard. she kicks ass.
so the story that she was telling me started getting really graphic, and i like to do my dishes when i talk on the phone and i havent done my dishes in a while so i just let her tell her story which was pretty amazing.
problem i had with on the road was it wasnt dirty and it wasnt even in the least bit sexy. life is sexy. sex is sexy, sometimes. i had all these high hopes for kerouac and their freewheeling sixties adventures and maybe he was staying in the closet, maybe he was trying to be too cool, but i wanted more. i wanted a little spice in my chili. i wanted a little edge.
then anna kournikova called and im not talking to her. but she called and i still had some dishes to do so i picked up.
she didnt have much to say, she just wanted to talk. she knew the fires werent anywhere near hollywood but she used it as an excuse to call and ask.
do you miss me at all, tony?
i have to go, anna.
please dont hang up.
you know i have to hang up.
no you dont, i wont tell anyone.
i will though.
and here i am telling.
and to whoever said that blogger has a blog on blogger.com, if my blog was like that theres no way that any of you would ever come back here again.
and i wouldnt blame you.