from the recent diaries

the bass guitar is out of the case and the fender amp dusted. nothing much unpacked except for the percolator and a few clothes, plus the crappy mug which gleefully says " san fransisco was so expensive i could only afford half a mug! " it is only half a mug mind you. saw it in a gift shop and it seemed fun at the time, so i bought it. the aircon is in place as well plus a dozen rims of reds and oodles of starbucks coffee. and two bottles of jack daniel's.

my tabs have been unearthed too, since it seems ill be spending some time just doing a thump thump and a slap on the five strings. and the blasted journal of course. as i always say, never leave home without the venom recorder.

a childhood friend had his wedding earlier, and i chose not go, at the pain of incurring his eternal wrath. at my present state of mind, go to a wedding? i almost went just to heckle them, but my saner half prevailed.

so i spent the afternoon slumped on the floor re-aquainting myself with cliff burton's anesthesia among other things while the sky opened up around me. went out back late afternoon and sat in the rain when i got tired. it was exhilarating that the downpour was quite strong and coincided with the onset of dusk.

litton brushed my mind a few times during the course of the day, but to call her will mean giving her keys as well. and i dont want that. no further complications.

left my gun. too scary to lug it along when you have jack as a companion. i may just get too depressed and decide to bite the bullet. it seems plausible, and well there is baygon. oh but the beloved family won't get any from my insurance.

hmmm.... my life insurance - it is finding the nimrod tough enough to pull the trigger that may prove quite difficult. then again, perhaps a stroke of luck helps me out. maybe then it all ends. got cash and dont have mike. good riddance and thank you very much.

from the memoirs 09/27/05