orange pants or the cat frito. the family of possums that live under my bath tub. annual house boating and maybe camping. the dodgers wining the world series. wishing that my backyard had real grass, thicker walls and less ants. my three jobs. cars that go boom. summer and the morning time. going as fast as i possibly can. saying to myself it's good he can sing that song so i don't have to. bad skin. pop-up phobias. waking up before 2 on saturday. photobooths. bars. wondering where the hell lart is. nods of agreements. noticing other peoples habits. and susie
someone who will go out with me late on weeknights.
abba, the beatles, bright eyes, big star, blondie, clap your hands say yeah, donovan, the exploding hearts, green day, hall and oates, harry nilsson, the kinks, led zeppelin, love, pavement, the mamas & the papas, neil young, the raspberries, rod stewart, the shins, stereolab, steve winwood, styx, velvet underground, willie, townes, george.
i wanna see hp5. who wants to go?
yes. on demand television service so deb can watch weeds. and you guys veronica mars is a good show.
short stories.
big dog