I don't know where I should start this story - my girlfriend or the murder.

Let's start with the murder. It's what you're here for, anyway, why you bought me this pint, because I mentioned that I killed a man. And the only reason why I'm going to tell you is because this pint isn't my first. But so be it! So be it. You're more curious than anyone I' ( Read more... )

Somewhere in America,
an old Slav wakes up,
scratches his ass,
farts despondently,
and remembers the days when he slept in the hallway
with a suitcase
because he thought they would come
after him for making samizdat.

He feeds the cat -
proper cat food, not table scraps -
and sits with his pile of completely legal books,
about gay love,
and religion,
and every ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

If you're wondering how I'm doing

- I never did get a degree

- I'm living in Mississippi now for some reason

- Slightly too old for my wild youth but the patches on the jacket I wear to punk shows are now a lot more political

- If you're wondering what was wrong with me all those years, I was eventually diagnosed with type one bipolar disorder

- My ( Read more... )

I couldn't use my old blog since I forgot my password and deleted my old email address so an ex couldn't bother me (that or password recovery isn't working, one of these)


( Read more... )