my friends

KRAFT* is sleeping, he's passed out on my couch
(he's here for the weekend 'cause he's tryna sell his house)

RENKA* is leaving; she's going overseas
(she won't be back stateside for 2 years, at least)

LEON* is in hiding; i mean he hasn't been seen
(he just might have some quar'l with the last-mentioned scene)

NINDA* didna show up and no one knew where she's
(and that's strange, considering such friends as these)

SAREB* is restless - she's ALL OVAH the HOUSE!
(she wants to know just when tha #@*%! she getsa killa mouse)

and
ILLBY* -
he'll be sittin here, in 'n' out the season

(puzzling out the dialogue
but probly not the reason)





*denotes special secret code!


(post AKA "these are people who [haven't] died [yet])

coolidge

yeah, so i've got the sneaking suspicion that i just kinda suck as a person, and for the last several / 4-5 YEARS now ...

and i suppose this wouldn't bother me all too much, except that i try my damnedest

- and often through a concerted effort -

to be as selfless as possible; i mean, i do my UTMOST not to let my demands/requirements/needs/desires/envies/what-have-you ...

inhibit or influence

how i behave
(or ACT)

AND YET
here i stand:

petty,
self-indulgent;
lazy;
selfish, weak;

and always either
in denial
or defiance

(is it a Disease?)

while never knowing

REALLY

what it IS ...

Or
what the hell you're talking about

certain stars

just a brief, sad note here, really, to mark the untimely death (age 43) of John Brittain, of complications following what was purportedly to be minor heart surgery, this past ... monday? a regular contributor to and member of any number of baseball websites and other media outlets, his passion, insight, wit and well-directed rancor will be sorely missed.

i hereby join the rest of the Primates in saying - or, perhaps, praying -

"Best Regards,

John"

TV party

(shit,
i haven't already used that,
have i?)

i'm at my brother's
'cause he has cable
so we can watch this sox-rays tilt.

drinkin some beerce,
smokin some rope,
lissnen to some tunes,

yeah,

nothing much has changed in my life,
has it?

the other brother's coming over,
too.

game over

hey, everybody!

so ... the phillies went up 2 games to none
on the dodgers a little while ago,
and i'm pleased.

(they were my pick, and ...)

right now, matsuzaka has walked the bases full
in the first
against the "tampa bay" rays.

all year long, he's done this
and for the most part

he's been successful.

aaaaaand ...
he gets the ground ball,

and gets out of it.

god.

(still dead)

i'm affected

hey, just dropping a short note to let you-all know
i'm still alive ...

coupla things on my mind:

1. had dinner 'n' drinks 'n' talk with the divine miss d. this evening,
and boy, did i need that. i haven't felt that relaxed, that at ease,
in a long time. she remains my very favoritest person that isn't
one of my two brothers. (thanks, lady! you rule.)

2. i'm listening to the ramones. the ramones just might be
the greatest american band ever. walking home tonight, before
the gracious act performed by the incredible michael p.
(he saw me walking and decided to give me a lift home,
though it was way out of his way),
i was singing "danny says" out loud on the streets
of ToRmEnt ...

3. why can't the indians beat the G-DD-MN royals? huh?

4. sad news last night at the parish hall: trotsky, our beloved little kittycat, became discorporated.
by which i mean, she's dead. sucks. sucks bad. we love you and miss you,
little trotsky ...

yeah, that's it for now. i'll be back soon, i promise.
(i hope)

don't blame me if you die tonight

hey ... howdy there!

you wanna know what it's been like?

i've been too depressed (and drunk)
to update my blog
about being depressed (and drunk)!

yeah, i guess that's saying something ...

had a shitty day today;
felt 'off' all day today;
rode the bus with a scowl on my face
and a feeling of hate in my heart

(which i hate;
i hate feeling hate in my heart).

came home, found
she who is known worldwide
as the most amazing kitten fake —

she who fuckt up me arms last night,
at some point,
which i barely remember

(i bear the scars)

even as i suppose
she was just HYPED
since she'd brung home that snake —

and also found some mail

from shandi,

and it's still making me smile.

(really!)

okay, okay, okay,
yeah yeah, sure,

the booze 'n' drugs
probably are involved, also —

but on this day,

when k 'n' k
are spending their first day
with their new little one,

should i really be so angry
at life,

the universe,
and everything?

perchance not.



the alternate title for this post
was to have been

"everybody wants to rule the world."




maybe that'll be the next one ...








and yes,

i know
i'm just
angry with myself ...

you bet we've got something personal against you!

sorry we haven't talked much lately ...

i've been in the bunker.

finally think i'm getting my finances straightened out,
still too drunk too much of the time,
and got a LOT to say about my interactions

with women,

and maybe that's my (your) cue
this time around.

(god, it's been more'n a MONTH!)

let me just say this for now:

you have stories coming to you,
many stories,

even if the details of said stories
i might have to conjure up
from the depths of my imagination ...

still, they'll be there, they will, i swear.

i will attempt
to whip into a pastiche
my many impressions

from the past moon.





tribe looks good, don't it?