Matthew, brother, no need to be drunk to write.

It was a mere suggestion to get more, I don't know, open writing, if you will. Not that, of course, people don't openly write, but, I don't know, I just look forward to people teetering on the edge of absurdity. It's fun for me.

I've always loved that though. For me it's like hearing "Take the A-Train" while you're standing in the middle of Grand Central.

A bit of a lets-try-this-out.

Anyone of you nocturnal creatures want to go and graba cup of coffee and a cheesecake at around 3 or 4am? Pano's, Towne . . . I ask because i of course will be up doing work and to think that I have somewhere to go at 4am will keep my ass from falling asleep.

It'll be fun. Oh and I have to get up at 7 too, so that's a shitty excuse.

I'll tell you what though, if I were in Julie's shoes, which I will most likely be in pretty soon, I'd get my ass off this site too. It's not letting them win, but giving them less ammo.

I see where you're going Paul and others but seriously, you've got to cover your bases, that's all.

If they start to look into my existential rants, and see something in them, which lets face it, they most likely do already, but then sure, I'm out. Leave no recognizable marks.

Hell I might just let my dog talk.

Lucky huh . . .

What's her ass smell like?

-Billy

So I get home from a not so grueling day towing cars to find my favorite 80's cd fucking destroyed? What the shit?

My dog is looking at me like, brother, you brought this upon yourself. What a dick. But, I have it saved and will make another one with the title track being, Run, Run Away.

Such anger in this dog.

So Paul I would have loved to chill with you guys last night and today/night, but I alas I could not. And I had to work today so . . . If they had the festival on Wednesday, I'd be set.

I'm heading to Coffee and (pornos) (hey if they don't finish the phrase, I will) for a meeting of the minds. Physics baby. Physics.