Me: What should I bring tomorrow?
Swarley: Whatever special drink you want. We have lotsa food and bud
Me: As in Budweiser?
Swarley: No as in cannabis or some guy named Buddy
Me: You should have all three
Swarley: I don’t know anyone named Bud. I hope I have space for everyone.
Would have been a perfect “that’s what she said” moment. I dropped the ball on that one.
The following is taken from what I scribbled on the back of a flyer at a bar in New Brunswick:
Music is so awesome, even in the basement of a dive bar with four total people listening. All it takes is guitar, drums, and a dude with a foot-long beard singing/screaming lyrics he’s reading off of a folded piece of paper. No matter the crowd or the sound, these four guys are making this music right now, and it’s exactly what they are supposed to be doing right now and it’s beautiful. Sometimes it just ‘fits’ and it’s just what you need.
Check it out gadget geeks, I just got me one of them fancy new music rectangles you all tote around all the time. It’s even got one of them moving picture machines inside so I can make me some talkie movies.
I’m calling it Pineapple Dong. You can fill in the blanks as to what that means.
So Tooth no longer wants to be referred to as The Situation, as he doesn’t wish to be associated with that D-bag on Jersey Shore. No argument here. He came up with a name designed to keep people on the edge of their seats, waiting anxiously for…The Anticipation. I like it. But now I’m jealous and want my own bad ass “I go to the gym, now” nickname. I thought long and hard (that’s what she said) and since I always seem to be meddling in other people’s affairs, I think I’ll be The Complication. Ratcliffe, I know you want in on this shit, man. Since you’ve got an infinite amount of data at your fingertips at all times, you shall be known as The Information. As Woogie will be spending one night a week in The Well now, we mustn’t exclude him. Since he’s in training for a triathlon, he’ll be spending a lot of time in the gym. And if he works hard enough, he’ll undoubtedly become The Condensation.
‘lost generation’ palindrome video
Holden Caulfield, Catcher in the Rye
RIP J.D. Salinger
