It seems like everything is more complicated than it should be. My right foot is all messed up. I'ts got a sprained ankle (a drunken wrestling injury) and what feels like a broken bone on the top(a sex injury, I was trying to avoid re-injuring the ankle - it didn't work). Walking to work was interesting yesterday. It was like a hurricane outside. Trying to walk across town on a bum foot with the wind trying to blow you into the street is like being the only drunk guy at a freak show. About halfway through my trek I wondered what the boy from American Beauty would of thought about me walking had he videotaped it. I'm sure it wouldn't measure up to that bag. I was hoping the wind would either just blow me to work, or pick me up and drop me in the mall on top of all the pretzels so I could be cannibalized by fat people. I was ready for either.
This time of the year puts me in a wierd mood. Here are some things:
What do you do if your wife leaves you for Steve McQueen?
"I've Done Drugs(Out of the Mist)" by the Frogs.
Ana Beatriz Barros is my soulmate, although Adriana Lima's not to shabby either. or Heidi Klum. or Josie Maran.
The movie WET HOT AMERICAN SUMMER.
Best way to test if you have a soul? Get John Frusciante's "To Record Only Water for Ten Days" album, and if you don't feel something you have no soul.
MUCH LUV
SLEDG
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