Entry # 698 (or "A Sideways Progression")
Black mold, and ultimatums, and Andy Kaufman, and thirteen hundred dollars, and No More Bands just Artists with Supporting Casts, and banking fees, and another day crossed off the calendar, and respiratory problems, and the first three Wire records, and the first three Wipers records, and Internet connections, and Missed Connections, and borrowed cars, and keeping too much food in your bedroom, and bleach, and shampoo, and tooth paste, and of course you can borrow my tooth brush, and patch cables, and microphone stands, and these records don't even have inserts, and the mug is winking at you, and Caddyshack, and double stuf oreos, and bent cables, and maybe it was a mistake, and maybe I don't want to hear about what you did, and I guess it just makes me feel guilty about what I've done and what I am most likely going to do, and kittens, and finding a roll of black and white film when you thought you were out, and light leaks, and twisting arms, an hired guns, and It's Beginning To And Back Again, and bro dates, and My War, and poor timing always, and creating just to consume, and Pete Campbell, and Jagged Little Pill, and once I got far too sleazy in Davis California, and Myself Reflected Back In You, and the psychology behind our attraction to certain attributes in individuals, and the smell of the ocean yesterday, and the smell of the desert at night, and lunch regrets, and different circles so why bother, and much needed positivity, and Daniel Higgs, and no Barcelona but a good time anyway, and I can't decide but maybe it's already been decided for me, and we just can't make up our minds, and we just can't come out and say it, and messages in Lungfish album titles, and Le Shok demo tapes, and never enough money, and just a few drops of whiskey, and cigarettes, and apologies I think are due, and a long way to drive just for coffee, and bacon dipped in chocolate, and I just don't know.
