i have to write some things but theres a blockage
two weekends in a row i just wanted to stay in bed and not do anything
dont wanna uber, dont wanna write, dont wanna change the world, dont wanna text this pretty girl and take her to mcdonalds, dont wanna see rock music at the echoplex
dont wanna see movies at the theater
dont wanna do the thing that’ll make me a little extra on the side
dont wanna do laundry dont wanna put things up on sals wall dont wanna read books
dont wanna play nba2k2016
i barely wanna go to the kitchen and crack open another mexicoke, but a mans gotta breathe
today i watched the doc about all those kids who lived in an apartment in the LES and never left
then i watched the doc about Keith Richards where he travels the world and sheds new light on blues, country, and rockabilly
i didnt know how much my man tom waits was gonna be in there.
it was good but not as good as The Wolfpack which was bizarre and beautiful and shed a light on the human condition and how tick tock it wont stop. how if you stick us in a closet we’ll turn into psychedelic mushrooms and the longer we’re in there the more potent we will be.
these kids love movies so much i wish i could send them all of my dvds that i dont watch any more.
they taught me i should wear suits more and trench coats.
hard not to respect a man in a suit and a trench coat.
and then give them the benefit of the doubt.
who doesnt want the benefit of the doubt.