Totally won best costume at that Halloween party in the West Loop last night.
I was working the Ziggy Stardust/Aladdin Sane look and yeah, not to brag, but it was bitchin. Wish that this was the sort of medium where I could post a pic of it, but the whole semi-anonymous thing gets in the way.
Anyway, now a proud winner of a case of Miller High Life. That’s right.
I’m writing to you from a charter bus in Mishawaka somewhere between hell and “America’s Heartland”. It’s the ultimate in taking the slow train to Philly, except Philly is now Amish country in Ohio where I’ll be for the next week on business. No doubt, it will be endless meetings under fluorescent lighting and the unironic usage of buzzwords like ‘synergy’, ‘teamwork’, and ‘innovation’.
There’s this weird internal beep on the bus as well, and can’t tell if it’s the vehicle or maybe some misplaced brain cells from the deadmau5 concert last night. Either way, my biggest concerns right now are that I don’t have enough prescription meds to get through the next four days and that my Internet connection is shady right now at best. Someone send wireless and a bottle of your choice over stat, thanks.
Sorry, but let any fat-assed, middle-aged good ol’ boy-who-passed-this-piece-of-trash-bill’s daughter get knocked up at 15 and have as many pregnancy complications as humanly possible. I’d say that would be about fair.
This old codger who's a regular at my place comes in last night right at closing and proceeds to tell me I "look tired".
And, please, everyone knows that just a nice, clueless way to tell someone they look like shit. That’s right, ya moron, I *am* tired, especially of you showing up as we are locking the doors. So I telepathically told him that he looks like he’s sitting in God’s waiting room.
It’s Riot Fest time here again in Chicago, kids. Last night I narrowly avoided getting punched in the face at the Social Distortion show, and tonight it will be all old school punk and B-grade horror movies at the Danzig/Doyle show where the will be playing Misfits. Fuck yeah.