One of my mismatched socks has a huge fucking hole in the toe of it. And the heel. It looks like the type of sock hobos always wear in movies and old films. Just give me a ratty dark brown jacket, a busted up top-hat, and all my belongings in a little sack on the end of a stick, and I’ll be ready to hitch a ride on the next train out of hear and eat canned beans over a bonfire.
I can’t sleep tonight. I have too much on my mind. I was practicing spinning tonight (that means “DJ’ing using vinyl records” for those not in the know…. I wasn’t literally rotating myself in circles or anything) and I realized I’m crazily out of practice. This is kind of a crucial realization given that I’m spinning at my friend Rai’s birthday party next wednesday. That’s going to be an interesting night… between Jerry, myself and Cramer, we’ll be DJing from 9pm to about 3am. And somewhere in there I’m supposed to get drunk with Rai. I’m not sure that I’ve ever spun while intoxicated, that’ll be interesting. Drinking on the eve before a workday….scary thought. Read the rest of this entry »
