2.28.2010

I ventured out to metarie in the cadillac on saturday. Cruising through the parking lot of lakeside mall, I saw allen toussaint. He saw me, got the attention of the woman he was with, pointed and said," look at that nigga in that old ass car. ". I think. I'm not a certified lip reader. or trained in any capacity. The 472 is a very loud engine, and I had the volume pretty high on my stereo. We may never know for sure...

2.25.2010

My six word story:
He often chose unhappiness; it was familar.

2.11.2010

My insomnia is acting up again. Comes and goes, like mild arthritis, or bouts of binge drinking. I'm not even that upset by it anymore. I've had almost a solid month or so of regular sleep; what's a night or two of staring at the ceiling? Its also been a month or so since I suspended the hallucinagen experiments, and I can't help but wonder if there is a correlation. I mean, what did come first? The insomnia of course, but being awake all night is way more fun when your tripping balls. Maybe I'm just excited. Mardi gras is here, and between friday and fat tuesday I'm probably looking at a minimum of 10 sets of bare breast, 9 grams of green, 8 grams of fungus, 7 hours of sleep, $6 worth of dried mangoes, 5 miles of walking, 4 shows, 3 bottles, 2 hits, and 1 hellacious Wednesday morning. And my family wonders why I hate to leave new orleans...

2.07.2010

Fuck yeah...