you can yell you can chat you can joke you can rap but you cant say
never mind the man behind the curtain
you can swear that nothing in here is true but if you even allude to being blue people will automatically feel sorry for you
and sometimes you just wanna tell the story and sometimes the story isnt a happy one
even if it ends happy even if it starts happy even if the people are good and the truth is told and the jelly rolls.
sometimes you wanna whisper something really scary but sometimes if you whisper its heard super loud and clear
sometimes you dont wanna be so clear which is why you wanna whisper
sometimes you wanna just say what you wanna say to some one and just have someone hear it
blogging and writing and talking is a lot like bird calls to me
sometimes youre not saying i wanna get laid
sometimes youre not saying hey look out for the crow hiding in the palm tree
sometimes youre not saying you guys got any acorns stashed away
sometimes you just wanna say can anyone hear me.
i went from super high to super low in a matter of minutes today
i drove around just driving in circles like a slowmotion cop chase minus the copters minus the spectator and minus the cop cars
ended up at one of those buck chinese places that are scary to some but i know im gonna die so i may as well have some green bean chicken kung pao pork and double flied lice to go
and she said four twenty
i was at the sunset and highland chinatown express where its cash only and i dipped into my wallet and noticed i had nothing but a guitar pick from inland invasion in there and i said excuse me but do you have an atm and she walked me out the door and pointed at the big red sign a few storefronts down and its flashing atm sign.
cruised down there and went inside and it was i shit you not a massage parlor
now tony pierce has been down before but not this far down in a long time and i went inside and asked where the atm was and it was in the foot massage area that smelled real nice and you could see all the doors and curtains and
and it wasnt like i had anything to go home to
and believe it or not but ive got a few bucks socked away for a rainy day and it sure as shit rained today and i overheard this one dude asking how much a massage was
and i heard the lady say something but i couldnt make it out
and i heard him say well how much for a half hour and she said twenty five
and i was thinking shit i got twenty five and i might even have an extra twenty for the happy ending that i keep hearing about
and if ever there was a time, cubfans, that this little blogger could use either a deep deep massage to make everything better
or just the hands of a nice woman on his back and front and lord knows where
it was tonight.
but even at my lowest point im a good boy and in hollywood even the chinatown express isnt on the up n up sitting there all innocent n shit across from the carls jr jr
kitty korner from the abandonded mcdonalds that had no reason whatsoever to close down but closed down anyway
shadyness all over that shit allover everything
and sometimes you wanna whisper
and sometimes you just wanna drive all night with cypress hills black sunday on repeat
without a joy in the world.