3 nights
of
chatroulette:
New Mexican college girls &
Jessika
from Sweden ...
-- beats couchsitting i guess! tho
end up doing
enough of
that
come 4 AM
, playing battlefield 3.
next night
drives
to sportcheck
for new skates, 1.5 hr
sessions in McCafe
piledriving value menu ($1.49 ea)
bacon cheeseburgers
trying to avoid the bar.
(those same conversations:
*"how've you been since
last i saw you here?"*)
-- cutting off match heads in tyler's room,
tossing them
into
battered
kleenex box, 2000
of 'em --
propellant for some
jury-rigged
pipebomb:
two blasting caps/
1
in each end,
courtesy Snow Lake Lodge.
drive around looking for
detonation site (field, preferably, nice & open/but remote...)
tyler & jeremy arguing
up front,
have coat over my head
in th'backseat reading
Mexico City Blues...
O Kerouac ! / better man / than i !
(this my liver
would dispute,
"YOU treat me right!!")
-- guess i never have been
over-fond
of drinking alone ...
. .
(that often)
tell me : how is this great?
a bang & some
shrapnel,
zinging thru the woods?
-- i'm bored to tears;
take me home to my good chair
where i can read these blues
in peace.