"Now you don't look like
a computer programmer."
I still fucking tipped.
"Was that a squirrel?"
"That's a rat," she said and peed
in the street, downtown.
"D'you know who I am?
D'you know who I am, you fuck?"
Honestly, I don't.
A blank check drawn against our own freedom. (No updates lately. My new girlfriend's name is Les Paul. Songs to come.)
Settings on my stove: Off Burn Your Rice Don't Quite Keep A Pot of Pasta Boiling
Russ Feingold is going to deliver a speech about the domestic wiretaps on the floor of the Senate sometime soon, but you can read it in its entirety…