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  1. Monday, January 16, 2017

    i wanna say thats not joey ramone 

    but that equipment looks like the real thing.

    those are like four Marshall headers

    but who’s that on guitar?

    i ask because Joey’s neck looks suspicious

    wasnt he always a twig?

    even the hair looks like a wig.

    was listening to end of the century for a while and now im on the clash sandinsta because its my least favorite class record

    three albums of experimentation if you ask me

    aint nothing wrong with trying things out

    but

    tonight i got an uber select call from a little mexican guy named juan

    we talked about tacos when i saw we werent going very far away

    i said ive been to england ive been to france but they aint got tacos. he told me i need to go to mexico city. i say so thats where the real deal is? he goes, no, you gotta go to the towns around it, especially in the south.

    im like do they have chips there and good salsa? he goes yeah. i say whats your thing right now?

    he goes i really like a good quesadea.

    he’s all, youre not spelling it right.

    i go, its not spelled queseda?

    he laughs and says, its not spelled that either.

    we were getting close to his house. huge craftsman right near pico and western. pretty much the house i wanna buy for zulekia and marry her and raise her kids at.

    dropped him off and he paused, dug into his pants

    now believe me when i tell you he looks exactly like a busboy and hes ordering mercedeses

    and tipping!

    gave me three bucks.

    and i was like muchas gracias amigo. and he was all later!

  2. Sunday, May 31, 2015

    that night the ramones did a tom waits song on letterman 

    When I’m lying in my bed at night
    I don’t wanna grow up
    Nothin’ ever seems to turn out right
    I don’t wanna grow up
    How do you move in a world of fog
    That’s always changing things
    Makes me wish that I could be a dog
    When I see the price that you pay
    I don’t wanna grow up
    I don’t ever wanna be that way
    I don’t wanna grow up

    Seems like folks turn into things
    That they’d never want
    The only thing to live for is today
    I’m gonna put a hole in my TV set
    I don’t wanna grow up
    Open up the medicine chest
    And I don’t wanna grow up
    I don’t wanna have to shout it out
    I don’t want my hair to fall out
    I don’t wanna be filled with doubt
    I don’t wanna be a good boy scout
    I don’t wanna have to learn to count
    I don’t wanna have the biggest amount
    I don’t wanna grow up

    Well when I see my parents fight
    I don’t wanna grow up
    They all go out and drinking all night
    And I don’t wanna grow up
    I’d rather stay here in my room
    Nothin’ out there but sad and gloom
    I don’t wanna live in a big old tomb
    On Grant Street

    When I see the 5 o’clock news
    I don’t wanna grow up
    Comb their hair and shine their shoes
    I don’t wanna grow up
    Stay around in my old hometown
    I don’t wanna put no money down
    I don’t wanna get me a big old loan
    Work them fingers to the bone
    I don’t wanna float a broom
    Fall in love and get married then boom
    How the hell did I get here so soon
    I don’t wanna grow up