He mostly just surfs looking for boobs. This country is turning to the dogs! Look at how much I pay for cable television. One hundred and thirty dollars, it’s ridiculous! Five hundred channels and all they show is hockey. Sometimes he falls asleep on the couch. It’s another good decision.

He mostly just surfs looking for boobs. This country is turning to the dogs! Look at how much I pay for cable television. One hundred and thirty dollars, it’s ridiculous! Five hundred channels and all they show is hockey. Sometimes he falls asleep on the couch. It’s another good decision.

Putting life into storage. Feeling overwhelmed by amount of effort involved. The thorn before the honey.

We sat in your new living room listening to jazz and you had us ask each other questions. I drank too much bourbon, and I worried about my own past. But I was also happy to be there.

It’s hard to keep writing when you fall into a comfortable stupor of food and television.

Tough day at the office and I’m at home listening to Norwegian jazz and eating a salad the size of a man’s head.

Keep talking slow talker, I’m billing by the hour.

Dry rasping sound when it cracks apart, a sweetness and that sting again, this time on your tongue. Let it sit for a minute and then bite. It comes back with a vengeance and then leaves nothing but burning.