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Huh....I wonder how long I have been staring at the screen like a fucking idiot??
Wonderful invention the sneak-a-toke. Makes dealing with Fridays after lunch much nicer. I have a nice one, the little bat you smoke out of is made to look just like a cigarette. I sit at the stoplight leading out of work lighting the first puff and waving to my co-workers. Sucka's. Got a Spicy Chicken Meal from Mickey D's and now I'm a happy man.
I heard on the radio that Tommy Chong started prison. Thats fucked. And Sad. Thank your patriot act for that one kiddies. How many people are in Prison for ENRON? Exactly.
But fuck it. It's much to nice a day to blow on a political rant. It's raining out...Dark beautiful, swirling clouds. I live for the rain, it coming so seldom here. I've been wanting to go on a road trip, and now the rain is making it call me more. Tom Waits on the radio, top down, driving balls out and alone in the desert on one of the long strips like between here and LA or Vegas.....But I'm way to broke for that....going to enjoy my grub now.....you enjoy a great poem by Bukowski:
during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
whores
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn't call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment
and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.