Wednesday, October 28, 2009Questions and Answers by M.
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Saturday, November 7, 2009I relayed the following true story to M. via text message:
Last night I took Trax from the Sandy end of the line. Keep in mind, I was alone and I'm a guy- so I have no purse or bag with anything in it. The goal was to meet my friend, Bart, downtown for a movie screening of "Gentlemen Broncos."
As soon as the Trax starts going, I get this massive nose bleed. It doesn't stop. I use my fingers to pinch the flow but I get blood all over my digits and my face. Then, at the Murray Central stop, I realize I left the movie tickets in my car!! By now, the bleeding has stopped but the blood is dried and brown all over my hands.
I get off Trax and wait for another train to come and take me back to Sandy. The car is full of people coming home from work. I look like shit. I'm getting looks. A guy sitting in front of me actually stands up and moves to another seat. Finally, I make it back to my automobile, wipe myself off with an eyeglass cleaner pad and decide to just drive downtown.
The moral of the story- Sometimes you can't help looking like a drug-addicted serial killer.
On top of that, my bottle of Lortab fell out of my pocket onto the parking lot. Fuuuuu*k!! It's gone. Lost. Who knows who has it now.
That's happened to me before, but I wasn't bleeding from my nose.
Monday, November 23, 2009The following text conversation happened early this afternoon...
M: "I've found the love of my life!"
M: "Bruno. It's true love!"
J: "Oh Jesus. He's gay. And he's also a fictional character."
M: "No one if perfect, Jake!"
J: "Ha ha. You goof." :)
Wednesday, December 30, 2009The following text message happened hours ago...
J: "WHERE ARE YOU?? I just had the weirdest dream about body painting in high school. WTF?!"
M: "Where am I?? I think the question here is WHERE ARE YOU???"
J: "I am painting with my entire body."
J: "AND I'm eating Fruity Pebbles."
M: "No comment."
M: "On the Fruity Pebbles."
J: "Where are you?"
M: "I'm having breakfast on the beach in Cuba."
M: "Yeah. Don't be jealous, Jake. You're not brave like me. You might worry about all that sanctioned country B.S."
M: "I might bring you back a cigar IF I decide to come back."
M: "It's 84 degrees out here, Jake. And the Mojitos are to die for."
J: "I don't smoke."
M: "You don't have to."