1. Saturday, August 20, 2005

    hi drugs and alcohol 

    you rang?

    me? no.

    oh, thought you did.

    no, wrong tony.

    youre the one who’s teenage princess doesnt want you any more, right?


    wow, youre really in denial and youre not even drunk yet.

    just trying to stay positive.

    haha. yeah, good luck on that one.

    its not easy. but im a libra. we bounce back pretty fast.

    let me ask you this, what would your hero do?

    Jesus? probably pray. then do the math, that theres 3 million people in LA, half are women, half are the right age, half of them are hot. half of them are available.

    so like 125,000 single hot babes in LA?

    not counting orange county.

    yeah, you probably shouldnt count that county, since now theres one more available babe there.

    are you trying to make me depressed?

    who, us? depressants? what about your other hero, charles bukowski, what would he do?


    he would, wouldnt he?

    then maybe go to a three dolla ho.

    didnt he always seem happy?

    in a drunken bum loser homeless man way, yes.

    and isnt there a lesson there for you?

    yeah, kill yr idols.

    she doesnt want you anymore.

    most girls dont.

    she’d rather get sloppy with a teenboy.

    finally she listened to me.

    theres no hot chicks in LA who want you.


    you tell me, when was the last time you got any?

    this weekend.


    i shit you not.

    a fluke, im sure.

    arent they all?

    dont you want some rum?

    yes, please.

    dont you want some sticky green bud?


    how about some x?

    no fun doing x without someone you can kiss.

    how about some pain killers?

    they make me dizzy.

    how about a nice cold frosty one at a strip bar?

    i have to save up for aruba.

    taking a hot chick?

    i was gonna suprise ashley.

    nuh huh.


    god, that sucks.


    so what are you gonna do?

    im gonna ask this sweet girl at work for her number.

    but youre having terrible luck, she wont give it to you.

    50-50 chance.

    how do you figure?

    she’ll either say yes or no.

    no, she might not like guys, she might not like black guys, she might not like you, she might be taken, she might have aids, she might like guys with cars, she might…

    50-50 chance. plus she smiles at me in the halls. 75% chance.

    if she says no wont you be crushed?

    listen, nothing is worse than someone who really really really knows you rejecting you. if someone who doesnt know you rejects you, theyre just rejecting the outside part, the facade, my facade isnt all that impressive.

    well, we’ll be here if things dont work out.

    thanks, drugs and alcohol. you do smell good. what is that?


    i love armeretto.

    and humbolt purple haired chronic.

    wow, you must be expensive.

    didnt you say yesterday you found $60 in a book?


    thats how much a bag costs.

    when did you get so expensive?

    you call that expensive, that’s like a month’s worth. $60 is like a couple round of drinks at a bar.

    and no hangover.

    and you must want to smoke something since you are kicking the habit and all.

    trading one addiction for another, nah, no thanks.

    you really are a boring ass midwestern christian boy, arent you?

    i guess so. never thought of that.

    ok, well good luck with the sweet nice girl.

    thanks devil water and narcotics!

    we love you, by the way.

    you do?

    yes, very very very very much.

    youre so sweet.

    yeah. k, bye.

    dc + stolen swan + zulieka has bad dreams too