Thursday, January 22, 2009
bruised orange
i invented a drink called "the escape route"
1 part beer, 1 part vodka, 1 part rye, 1 part cola.
you hardly even notice how it tastes after ten of 'em.
i even wrote a tag-line for it: "the escape route...gets you the fuck outta here!"
walk into a party and yell "does this place have any escape routes?!?!"
i like spending time on things like that.
bruises coming.
got cross-checked hard across both arms tonight.
fighting for position in front.
and buddy said "all game colin"
i pulled us within a goal in the 3rd period, and said "that's one," as i skated past him.
rule 6: dicks always win.
and im pretty sure they're hoggin all the babes too.
in other news, a new matt good album is being recorded right now.
i served ian browne at mcdonalds in 1999.
told him i loved the new album, and the song suburbia.
he shook my hand, and ordered a quarter pounder with cheese meal.
one of my best concert memories ever, happened during an encore at the vogue theatre. halfway through 'running for home', ian walked across the stage, with a heinekin in hand, and sang the back-up vocals in the chorus, and it spilt out over the stunned crowd like a glass of thick merlot on your moms new persian pride rug. and we all leaned back, like drunks, trying to keep it all straight up, but lets face it, we aint never ever gonna get it that straight up.
theo is obsessed with my french argyle.
and has claimed it as his bed for the evening.
so he wont be happy in about 1 minute when i have to get up and hit the sack myself, but he'll probably follow, like the battered wife that he is.
or, he'll go and find new and exciting things of mine to destroy.
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