interviewed a guy today

who when the deal was over and i was putting the mics away

he said i forgot to tell you i cut off my brothers dick

was i nervous about going to this guys house before i got there?


i have had a good life.

this blog only tells a fraction of it.

i have had a fantastic, unbelievable, astonishing at times ride

even now i get paid to drive people around this beautiful city

and sometimes i get to write about rock concerts

i make my own hours, get high every night, and write and write and write.

and when someone brings their dog into my car i tell em we have to take a picture

whats yr dogs name

and i almost always forget.

ive got no right to be scared of shit.