Red Dot, Pink Shoes.

New Tuesday Schedule

It's nice, if you can avoid getting killed by thousand-pound boulders.



There is a waterfall here. It's private and you can hear the trains way down in the river gorge.



Then later: 9 little beers. All good.

Twin Turbo, Missed Shift, 253 mph.

Park Time

Goddamn Fucking Goddamn Car

When it comes down like this, look out.

Look out for me, baby. I might be driving down your street with my head on the window. I might be turning the radio off and on.

Depression like a bomb in the middle of my life. Scattering children and wives everywhere.

Shit I say, I can't believe it. Try explaining your actions later. Just try. I dare you.

I'm not as bad as you think I am, but I'm pretty fucking close.

Look out for me, baby.

"I'm straight, and I want to take his place"

Song of Myself

Seth reads a bit of Whitman for the first time on my phone, just after 3 this morning.

Ace Hotel

West Coast Boot and Shoe

Yeah boots.

Wife boots.



Rush To Relax, wife.

Maybe just like when you got so drunk and left your keys on the bar and couldn't get your sweater on so you threw it down and lost all your monies.

But then you got on your bike and rode home like nothing was the matter.

Maybe it's just like that?

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Japanese tourists are not afraid to drink all the Shiranami you have, and then let you take a picture of their white GF1.



Big fat white guys are not afraid of four pounds of pork knuckle, stewed, dried, and then deep fried.

Proof

George T Stagg.