I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas. My fingers are Santa's little helpers. My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments. I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn. Sisyphus, sweating uphill. Bukowski, scribbling away in rooming houses. A river always flowing. I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Sam Malone...
Wasn't a real bartender because he never drank.
Him, and the gay guy from that season of The Real World too.
Anyway...I will be bartending more this month, so come visit me.
I'll give you a free, double-priced drink.
Bad drunks need not apply, show your face, etc.
Cuz' I'll smack you.
You think you're a bad drunk?
Wait til' you see me sober.
Wait a minute...that doesn't sound too inviting.
Ummm...late at night I put on good music and watch Cartoon Network.
That should be enough for you. That and a bar that looks like a cross between Cheers and something out of The Godfather.
2/5th of my favorite band will play on Sunday also.
And we have porn stars and Werewolves.
email me, Bacchus...
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