Monday, January 4, 2010

The reviews of 2009 are in...



I was spellbound from the first to the thirty-first. Wait, did I say spellbound? I meant hell bound.


-WTF-AM 2012 Nome, AK





It was like being mind fisted by the awesome monster!


-The Poughkeepsie Tribute






Can't wait for the sequel!


- The Helsinki Accord


Saturday, January 2, 2010

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

16th Aug 2003

(In a hostel trying to charge my phone in an outlet in the communal kitchen)

This phone it taking forever to charge and I am so damn sleepy, fuck it all.
What am I thinking about right now? Masters and Johnson and Johnson. JFKFC. Back and to the left.


When I was visiting the guys I found this little sparrow on the sidewalk on his back desperately trying to right itself, like some feathery little turtle on his back. I sat down in front of him. I picked him up and Huffy and Colin and our little bird, Petey, who was dying, dying in my hands and we started walking home and I tried to find a nice quiet spot where I could drop him and he could die. A place he could die a peaceful death. A little place called Aspen where the beer flows like wine. Fuck it. I can't stay up. I'd make a lousy apostle. If you want to find out if someone is looking at you try yawning and then and only then if they yawn, you'll know and you can move on. So have you every hit your girlfriend? Say you're just sitting there and then you know, kerchow!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

23 August 2009

A Conversation with Liz

Last week (we went to Target and then the grocery store)
In the car on the way to the grocery store


Me: I actually have a pretty nice little Saturday with misses planned. We're going to the Home Depot buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring stuff like that. Maybe Bed Bath and Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time.

Liz: You know that's you now, right? Do you want to hold my purse? You know, because your balls are in there.

Me: Ha ha, that's pretty funny. I'll fucking kill you.



Monday, August 10, 2009

19 nov 2008

The rehearsal dinner, I-Bar afterwards. We had people over for a pizza dinner on Thursday. Liz was absolutely lit, feeling up my friends, making out with others.
The day of, Colin made me a wedding mix. Kevin drove and brought me coffee. TGI Fridays with pre-game drinks.

Dirty Sanchezes, Boston Steamers, and Cincinnati Bow ties.

Fred and Tom, everything going so smooth, as glass.

Sea Breezes and Alabama Slamas.

Holding hands and the reception. A good Catholic Whiskey. Nate and Laura, Angela, Dave and Mendy, Kevin and Jenny. Dancing with Audrey, Emma and Martin. Gold Digger and the Regulators. Oh no.

Blow Jobs and Buttery Nipples.

The after party in Dave and Mendy's room. Liz being amazing.

Purple Turnips and Rhode Island Scholars.

Alex giving a great best man speech. Crazy? I was crazy once. Almost crying. The honeymoon going good so far. Model face, Monkey face. Margaritas. This is the rest of my life welcome to it. I used to write this as a sort of sad little threat but right now, right in this moment I'm happy. I want this, I want this life.

Mai Thais and Tequila Sunrises.

Lemon Drops and Grasshoppers.

Rainbows, puppy dogs and sunshine.

A wife, kids, a family.

In that little room off to the side in the church. I just want to thank you guys What time is it? Game time Oorah.

All of you are my all-star team, let me be worthy of this.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Quitter

Chapter 1

Six words, a six word short story.

Ernest Hemmingway - Baby shoes for sale, never used

Luxury Jackson- Looking for love, found Jesus instead

Thursday, May 14, 2009

October 7, 2002



Do you want this jacket? I'll give it to you because I am cloaked in failure. It's one- ten in the morning and I am wide awake. I think I might go home after I punch out one or two more pages of this journal thing and finish watching Mission Impossible II. I am going to go running tomorrow and lift weights, I have the L.A. police test in 2 months and I need to get in a lot better shape if I want to be placed high on the list of applicants to ensure myself a place at the academy. Quiet as it's kept I don't think it's that hard to become L.A.P.D. I think they're hiring illegal aliens, so long as you can prove that you've lived in the state for more then five years or something.

October 8,2002

Today I went into work, which is always nice. I meant to go in earlier then usual seeing how this is my one day where I can put in a full eight or nine hours, but I stayed up late last night drinking apple juices with the gang. It was Colin's birthday and I figured we ought to do it right. Mendy and Sida came over which was nice. I hung out with Mendy on Friday and had a nice time, just shooting the breeze until the wee hours of the morning talking about love and love lost and unrequited love blase' blase'. It was really easy to talk to her surprisingly just because it doesn't seem like our personalities are very similar at all but I guess she has been through what I'm going through right now. I need to get away from this city... this everything. I'm not really running towards something like L.A. or a job right of college as much as I'm running away from everything else.
You can never go home but I guess you can always shop there. I don't know L.A. just seems like the right fit for me, 6 foot blonds growing on trees not ditsy but simple. I'll stay out there for three, four, maybe five years and then go ahead and test into the Chicago police department and move back home. I don't get into the L.A. police department then I am going to go ahead and join the marines.


October 5, 2002

I went home two weekends ago and hung out with my friends from high school. I guess they are all still friends and hang out together, which for me is crazy. It was as if they all had just swelled. I can't believe Adam smokes now. All these little things that everybody has picked up, I mean it's cliche' and when I mean it's kind of cliche', it is kind of cliche' but the person I am now wouldn't recognize the person I was back then.
- That is so much bullshit. I am pretty close to the person I was back in high school. The more you change the more you stay the same.