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I went to the library today and picked up one of many Frank Zappa biographies and a memoir entitled, "Another Bullshit Night in Suck City," which looks extremely promising. I've been skeptical of memoirs since my Sedaris experience. I am forever jaded.
The guy who checked out my books was pretty into The Mothers of (Spontaneous) Invention. He's another person we can add to the growing list of kickass strangers. I guess he attended a seminar on how to raise children by the genius himself. Too bad that was before my child-bearing days. I would definitely tear a page or seven out of the mind of Sir Zappa.
This snow has made me feel like taking a trip somewhere. I've no thoughts, however. Anyone feel like some company? I've got a four day weekend approaching with your name scribbled all over it.
The guy who checked out my books was pretty into The Mothers of (Spontaneous) Invention. He's another person we can add to the growing list of kickass strangers. I guess he attended a seminar on how to raise children by the genius himself. Too bad that was before my child-bearing days. I would definitely tear a page or seven out of the mind of Sir Zappa.
This snow has made me feel like taking a trip somewhere. I've no thoughts, however. Anyone feel like some company? I've got a four day weekend approaching with your name scribbled all over it.