Oh, you know, the usual. Bowl, drive around, the occasional acid flashback. I'm adhering to a very strict drug regimen to keep my mind limber.
Well I already met Metallica but they were a bunch of assholes....Is this a--what day is this?
Dylan, Creedence clear water revival, Elvis Costello, Santana, Captain Beefheart, "Sounds of the Whale"
Logjammin
Branded
I like to read.... Papers. Just papers. You know, my papers. Business papers
I guess my buddy Walter. He was in nam and all, he's just got to get over this whole sick Cynthia thing. Taking care of her fucking dog. Going to her fucking synagogue. He's living in the fucking past. Hey, man, if my fucking ex-wife asked me to take care of her fucking dog while she and her boyfriend went to Honolulu, I'd tell her to go fuck herself. Why can't she board it?