Musical Memories & Stress Levels |
I was probably about 15 or 16 years old when I started listening to Propagandhi and I thought they were so fucking awesome and clever and all that shit. All kidding aside, that band wrote some downri...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 00:59:00 GMT |
6 Hours, 6 Beers, & 6 Tacos |
The mark of the beast.
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 23:54:00 GMT |
Brutish & Short |
I worked in a kitchen yesterday. An eleven hour shift will drain even the best of men. It's not so bad though. I drink a lot of beer to calm myself and I make pizzas and clean dishes. The exhausti...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:35:00 GMT |
Shed a tear. Crack a smile. Clench a fist. |
It was something like 1996 the first time I went to Library Ltd., the massive & awesome bookstore that once resided in Clayton. I had never seen such a selection of magazines and at the time I fancie...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 04:58:00 GMT |
Olde English: I wonder if the Queen drinks this shit. |
I never would have predicted that at the age of 24 on a random Thursday night towards the end summer I would be wide awake at 5:42 AM desperately searching for sleep at the bottom of a 40 oz. of Olde ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 03:33:00 GMT |
Vampire. |
By the time the Sun had fully climbed over the horizon this morning, I was passing out in the driver of a four-door sedan on the way home from my drunken adventure to Steak 'n' Shake for breakfast st...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 18:25:00 GMT |
A devil to my right, a devil to my left, and a vodka in front. |
For every moment in my life that a decision is to be made, there are consequences to be weighed. Traditionally, one thinks of a decision as being either right or wrong. Within the depths of intense ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Aug 2007 05:10:00 GMT |
Giving A Shit About Something Shitty. |
On November 23rd, 1997, I was 14 years old and desperately wanted to be in Chicago that night. I owned maybe 5 cds at the time and my parents would not allow me to see concerts in St. Louis much less...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 15:39:00 GMT |
Destination: Catharsis |
It is becoming increasingly difficult to sleep these days. I've watched the sunrise for the past five or six days. I'm not complaining about the sight of it, but there's a certain sickly feeling tha...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 23:32:00 GMT |
Shoeboxes, Insomnia, & Cowboy Christmas Prayers |
I was looking through a shoebox I found in my closet about 15 minutes ago and I discovered a slip a paper with a poem by S. Omar Barker transcribed in ill-ledgered cursive. The poem is about some cow...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 02:10:00 GMT |
