A personal message to all of Crackhore’s Liberal readers
November 3, 2004join the club
November 9, 2004woke up
puked
brushed teeth, packed up laptop and tablet, went to otherlands to meet with client.
no shower, no feeling, no care.
i drink rum and jungle juice out of steve’s fed ex mug. we decide to meet again at my apartment this sunday, buy a 24 pack and set the site life.
rogue web designer at work.
i chill at andy’s for a hour, work over phone and meet sek at lenny’s.
by now i am really fucked up, like i know i need to eat but i’m feeling really owned. i somehow order a sandwich and a drink. i get to the table and spill my sprite.
the cop that is in line sees me get up from one booth, where i just spilled a entire cup of sprite, and just sit down in the booth behind it.
sek sits down, also very aware of cop.
i eat a tiny bit, he finishes his sandwich but is still owned.
i am going back to bed.