white hatter
Thursday, August 05, 2004
 
Sticky Chins and Cheap Upholstery

'Shit Bob, I don't know if I can do it tonight.'

'hey you just do it'

'I know, but I don't know about tonight, man.'

'and then what'

'Well, I don't know. Its just one of those nights. I just want to lose myself. Go find an empty booth in the corner at the Husky and bring my pen and a couple pieces of paper. But not to write or nothing. I just want that cute blonde chick that just came in with her friends to look at me and make eye contact because I look all mysterious and all, writing there in a corner booth with bad lighting and cheap upholstery, but I want it to be a fucking joke, because I'm not writing shit, I'm just shooting adjectives at random. You know?'

'yeah i know'

'I just want to be fraud, man. I want to be a fuckin fraud.'

'it gets old man'

'Yeah, I know you've been there.'

'it all gets old'

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