1. Wednesday, April 27, 2005

    today walking home to the busstop 

    i started to get really sad.

    sad for lots of little reasons.

    i focused on that sadness and thought of letters that i would write to people, and things that id say.

    and i got home and i was still sad which is incredibly rare for me. when i was younger i could get a little depressed for an hour or two but hardly ever nowadays.

    then i sat on my couch and i could feel myself getting better.

    and then anna kournikova came over out of the blue on her scooter.

    she parked it outside my white picket fence and ran to my door and knocked on it.

    she said, my scooter’s running, i just had a little bit of marijuana on me and i wanted to give it to you because im about to go on a plane.

    i said first of all im straight edge, i cant smoke this.

    she said ah quit being a wuss, and another thing, youre not straight edge!

    then i said, where are you flying to anyway?

    she said, im flying to san diego to throw out the first pitch at the padre game on friday.

    and then she lit the joint and inhaled, pulled my head towards hers and blew it into my mouth

    completely against my will, your honor.

    and then she ran to her idling scooter and scooted off.

    and wouldnt you know it, but i feel like a zillion times better.

    so yes, i think they should legalize that shit cuz it’s amazing.

    and now im going to drink with karisa

    in hollywood.

    the city of everything

    a crazy man’s cioppino.

    and now you know why i dont blog when im sad.