I got a call from the restaurant today. They want to start the hiring procedure. My plan is to get there. I will walk or take a cab until I get a bike to ride. I have to go down to the restaurant tomorrow to get the employment packet. I ate a celebratory turkey sandwich and told my folks who are in Florida. I got five Dylan discs from the library, none of them the greatest hits, for the trip before footballs.
Last night I finished Nikki Sixx's Heroin Diaries. I guess that is a good thing but the drug usage was too much and the prose was crap and repetitive. On the other hand, fuck Whitesnake and Axl Rose. The anecdotes were great. Dude considered his diary his only friend. And he had some crazy idea that record labels shouldn't be predatory and actually work with there bands. This is 1989 we'ar talking about.Cocaine made him crazy and Heroine made him scared for his life and kept him in his walk-in closet.
I went to the local college and sat around, called my brother and looked for a Sharon Olds poem that I thought was called, the american way, but is really titled, The Solution.
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6041Ty Webb wrote:I hope the little-known 8th dwarf, Chinky, is on that list.