when my microsoft windows xp said that it was time for an windows update.

the xbi has enemies.

so i clicked the little globe deal and went on with my business and it said for me to restart and whattya know, as soon as it came back i had no d drive.

where all my peer to peer sharing folders reside.

and a little side project folder i like to call lick

and a folder that said tonypierce dot com

which stored thousands and thousands of photographs and stories and poems and webpages and fables and miracles and unfinished photo essays and thousands of songs perfectly catagorized and all

for

your

ass.

and the first thing i thought of was how will i do lick.

and the next thing i thought of was, how incredible that it didnt hit my c drive cuz then i would be truly fucked

and then i thought thats what i get for talking shit to sol over at the buzzmachine, remember what happend to david when his saul hated on him.

so i got up and telephoned my buddy solomon, bass player for rock group tsar, who will be playing a midnight show on friday night i understand in downtown la because that is the shit right there

and i left a message along the lines of

hello jeff, would you please call me back at your earliest convenience.

i have a question about my computer.

thank you.

good day.

which is code for shit shit shit!

restarted the bad boy again and clicked the d drive and it said drive is not formatted, format now?

to which i hunted for the oh god no button.

to which i thought there needs to be a peice of software that will let you go back to the settings twenty four hours ago.

and the desktop shortcut of that software should be two red sparkely shoes with little white socks poking out the top of the shoes.

and then i saw that i had tivoed the chappelle show

and i turned it on

and i waited to hear the terrible news.

and then i saw that i had put lick and tonypierce dot com on my desktop

for easier access

the desktop, which resides on the c drive.

c which was short for you fucking lucky ass non backing up lazy fucking you dont even deserve this type of good fortune.

but now im terrified to click on those folders

cuz what if its just a shortcut.

intricate plot + adrants + capt scurvy

and because im constantly trying to impress her, i will be watching the new Castro documentary tonight on HBO.

its very interesting dating a cuban girl who has not only been to cuba but still has family there. apparently a lot of the cubans really truly do love castro and enjoy the lifestyle there and arent interested in the american dream.

and even though i love america, in many ways i can see their point.

although i may come across as a content young man living the life here in hollywood, when i see things like late model corvettes or beachside homes, i admit, i become covetous.

which i know i shouldnt.

i suppose i defend america and the dream because at least i have the option here to bust my tail and go get the things that i really dont need, whereas in other countries you dont really have those options.

im curious as to what mr stone will ask of mr castro. for some reason i respect oliver stone and like the way that he challenges the status quo.

jfk is one of my favorite films.

im very much looking forward to what mr stone will ask mr castro about our fallen president.

i would also like to see if he asks castro if the american embargo has crippled his country.

and of course i am eager to see if oliver stone will ask fidel if he is disappointed in all of his countrymen who defect to america to play baseball.

im guessing he isnt disappointed at all.

chokey chicken + bastard family + raymi rulez