Boxers vs. briefs

My friend hates when boys wear briefs. I prefer boxers, but...




















I'd settle.... unless...

It's hot and creamy. I can actually feel it running down my throat!

I am surprised to admit that I really like the newer version of the Willy Wonka movie, although I just happened across this hilarious site which reminds me of why I still like the old version better.

Karr will not be charged in JonBenet's murder

Well, get ready for a worldwide cry of "I knew it all along..." but, yeah, I knew it too... He has, no doubt, murdered many little girls, if only emotionally... This guy's a sick looney trying to connect himself with something important. I suspect in some way he believes his claim to have murdered JonBenet to be legit, while it also brings him closer to the object of his obsession...

The first thing that really told me something was off was his eyes... He seemed to be studying the reaction of the reporters and crowd as he said he was not innocent.. There is something, beyond the madness, in those eyes... He seemed to really be getting off on the attention. I don't know how to make this sound like an intelligent observation, so I'll just say it: he has a serious face with ecstatic eyes.... He always looked like he was having such a a good time... The person that he reminds me of, over and over again, is Chapman, who, while guilty, has always seemed to be so pleased with himself for killing John Lennon. Chapman killed for the attention he knew it would bring about... Karr waited ten years to gain this attention that he is enjoying so much? It just didn't add up.

Karr has the same look, but, it could just be the crazy.

She fell in love with the drummer...

What is it about live music? What is it about rock music? It just takes me away, transforms me, yet brings me back to who I am, at my barest roots. And I wonder, as I'm reminded of my passion for this force, why it is that I participate so safely, rarely, barely counted on the outskirts... I love this shit, I truly do... I love to play a show, like we did tonight... I love to have my handful of friends gather (not including the boy... No surprise...) and I love to show off, come out of my shell... To work towards a goal and to share this result, in the most nerve-ridden raw form... So why is it, again, that I participate so vaguely in this art that I hold so closely to my heart...

On my way home from the show I saw that I had four minutes, literally, until alcohol sales were halted... So drove to, parked at, and ran into my local grocery store, to get a (let me check) 650 ML bottle of Rogue American Amber Ale.... While I did hold strong on the smober... We got paid in beer.... And a better reward I cannot imagine.... Oh, besides cash...

There are things in life, I've learned, that we love... There are things in life that we enjoy... And there are things in life that we feel so passionately about, so eager to consume, that we dare not go near... My friend Nicos has no teeth.. When you ask him what happened to his teeth, he says, "rock and roll..." and it's the truth... I love this life.. I love to stay up all night, drink in living and share laughs and communication.. it's organic... it's in my mind and in my bones... and I'm afraid of it... I want to say I could not do this every night... but, the truth is, I could... and that scares the shit out of me....

cheers-

55 Words: Friday Fiction

From the back seat I can see the droplets strike the mirrored road. We pass a ghostly figure on the shoulder; his dad. I want to pick him up, they refuse; want to tell him how I love his son; he will welcome me to the family; his son has told him the same.

Asheville, NC

Okay, we didn't kill each other. Actually, despite my wine fueled break down Thursday night we had a remarkable time. As promised here are some pictures, sans humans to protect identities... Of course...










(Random pic notes: 'Castanea' is a nut-bearing tree, such as Chestnuts; The IRON sits in front of the Flat Iron building, modeled after the Flat Iron in NYC, and is about 20 feet from our hotel; that's me; Restaurant pic and lamp are in 'Tupelo Honey', awesome breakfast frood all day... if you can get a table; this doggie was loungin in a store window, was dyin to ask the age old question....; kitty on a lampost... artsy town... almost forgot, white water rafting pics to come!!!)

55 words: Friday Fiction

Found this idea over at one of my newest haunts.

He sat on the couch across the room and stared at the TV as he prefers to do. I anticipated, from the edges of my ears, that annoying sound as I communicated my excitement over tomorrow's Movie of the Week. He sent me a mouth fart. He denied intent. He lied. He lied again. He left.

(Okay, while it IS 55 words, it is not Friday, Nor is this fiction.)

* updates: Friday is my 43rd day of the quit... ya hoo... Going with the boy up to Asheville tomorrow for a few days.. Should be fun although am aggravated that I have to get rolling an hour early tomorrow because the dufus does not want, "THAT dog in my car." That god-damn car, I tell you what... deep breaths.... If we don't kill each other, maybe I'll post pics.... maybe....