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About Me

I wrote a book. It's got words in it. Those words, in the combinations I chose, say things. They say things to you. 'Tis named I Am An Idiot (but there's nothing wrong with you) . And it's all, somewhat pathetically/ridiculously true. Life is a strange pogo stick of a ride. The best headache in existence.Spelling sucks. Reagan is dead. Ava makes me smile! I don't really like sweets too much. Drinking stories are all that I really have. I'm a sarcastic b*stard. I write things. Check it: On Austinist , and out by my lonesome . Stop staring at my pants. You make them nervous.

My Interests

Doorknobs. Pigeons. Tootsie Roll wrappers. Monkeys. Sarcasm. Zippity-doo-dah-day.

I'd like to meet:

My future self. Your future self. A gathering for our Selves of Futureness, yes. That would make an interesting afternoon.

Music:

The things with the sounds and such. The more, the better. Bring it all, and I'll sort through it. Never really got into Ozzy though.

Movies:

Fletch. I like him, he's funny.

Television:

CHiPs, if I had a d*mn TV.

Books:

Anything Chuck Nwoke. J Black. T Robbins. Gaiman's American Gods was pretty tight. Benjamin Reed's a talented unknown that you should find before everyone else does. Remember those Little Golden books? Those were good stuff.

Heroes:

No thanks.

My Blog

www.truecraig.blogspot.com

That's where I blog nowadays. Bitches.
Posted by Truecraig on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Grocery stores are weak.

Went to the grocery store near my crib yesterday evening. I'm not a big fan of the place. Some sad bastard is always "working on" their car in the parking lot, taking up two spaces, with tools and...
Posted by Truecraig on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

ummmkay... yeh, no. nah.

Maybe. You should write something. I don't mean a letter, or an essay, or re-do any of those papers your lazy a$$ plagiarized in college. I mean SOMETHING OF SUBSTANCE. A piece that speaks to or...
Posted by Truecraig on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

F*ckin' Friday.

Yup. It's Friday, again. My weekend started yesterday though. South Congress -> Whiskey Bar... pee-swaying, doubled-cocktails and Interpol/Outkast/Rapture/Rod Stewart beating my numbed brain to a f...
Posted by Truecraig on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

So I had this dream, right...

Yea. So, I had this crazy f'n dream where I was on a beach, fighting with some big damn lions. The problem was that the big damn lions were avoiding all the other bathers. They were only targeting ...
Posted by Truecraig on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST