tiny little store but they seemingly have everything.
i went in there today to get my laptop back
and there was a guy getting helped so i didnt mind walking around a little
listening to them playing REM’s first record
when i saw this on the front window
and the thing is it would be great to sell stereos and computers again
but im pretty sure i have to go all in on this podcast thing
but it is tempting, lemme tell you, because that place seems so great.
i may quit going to therapy.
its the only gloomy thing in my week each week.
she rejects me. every week. i dont need that right now. i need emotional support.
i need her to say crazy things like omg i talk to a lot of people every week and i look forward to hearing from you and asking you hard questions and watching you answer them.
kurt vonnegut tells a story, i think this is it, where on this planet the humans are in cages in the zooo
and the inhabitants of the planet are hands with an eye in the palm
and when the humans try to entertain these Tralfamadorians
they close their hand, so they wont have to see the idiocy.
i feel like shes closing her hand on me every week.
im trying to pull off a miracle.
podcasting is impacted with super talented, interesting, famous, stars.
how on earth am i going to be any reasonable sized hit in the near future?
and by the time i realize im destitute will mikeys hookup even need another person
im surprised they even need a sign that place is so great.
my only Plan B is to dress up as Darth Vader, go to Venice, and get tourists to sit on a folding chair
then i sit at the canvas and paint
but i only have one color
and it turns out im not painting portraits of them
im painting a death star
and when they ask how much
i point to a sign that says
then i flip it around
and it says
give me everything.
which im pretty sure you can do if youre dressed as darth vader