...and stinking.
I must pay off the landlord, clean my van, house, and body, record a good baby-disc, move my art to the studio, see the doctor, the dentist, and the eye people, take that fridge to the curb, book a shit-load of paying gigs, get some sun?, visit Liquid, finish the West juke, fix The Crossing, oops- Lyon pool table
I must get it together while I can. Someday ten years ago , I'm gonna wake up and realize that I am wasting myself, then get drunk and forget about it.
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Oy, the fridge is still there. The job went away. The van is near-death. Got different band looking for gigs. It's dart night. I like a New Castle to start, maybe a Captain and Coke. Smokes are over 5 bucks a pack.
...as you were
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