Pino Noir and the Spiders from Newark
Just so you know, I'm forcing myself to write this entry because i promised myself that i'd write more. Why did i promise myself this when I have nothing to say anymore. Yesterday/not yesterday i was telling a friend that i no longer had anything to bitch about. Life is good. I sort of pay my bills on time, people like me, i've been drawing a little better every try, my family is leaving me alone, i have daily access to a color printer and copier, i can see abs forming, i'm getting laid on the regular, i have tons of magazine subscriptions so there is always mail to look forward to and so, life is good.
I'm trying to emotionally coast at this level of contentment for as long into the winter that i can.
The only complaint i have is about my soap. I think i'm allergic to it because i'm itchy all over all of the time. My eyes itch, my neck and just in between my shoulder blades. (Ruben's Shoulder Blades never worked with Willie Colon or El Gran Combo) Maybe it's my new phone though. Radiation. I'm dying. Maybe this is why i've been keeping the weight off. I haven't seen a dentist in years. Sometimes i hear my teeth screaming in the night while i am sleeping. My hair still hasn't grown back. I'm growing hair on my shoulders and back. My ass looks like it got hit by a hair grenade. I drink too much soda and cheddar cheese. I crave pizza all the time. My dreams are full of tepid sexual encounters with Reese Witherspoon that get interupted by screaming teeth.
Oh and the comic books are squeezing me dry. There is so much super hero bullshit in my life i can't think like a cubicle kid. Office co-workers ask me how i am and i say "good good" or i grunt but what i'm thinking is "Why would Superman give a shit about helping anyone anyway? Why isn't he out in space fucking around and getting high? What's he care if earth is enslaved? I mean....you fucking live you die. Why isn't he fighting Rupert Murdoch?" That's me on and on but not really about Superman but that's me about super heroes in general. Why would you give a fuck? I can beat up children but you don't see me going around stopping kids from eating candy on the subway. For real!
All my non-white friends are women.
I love you, I miss you, go fuck yourself,
HJ
I'm trying to emotionally coast at this level of contentment for as long into the winter that i can.
The only complaint i have is about my soap. I think i'm allergic to it because i'm itchy all over all of the time. My eyes itch, my neck and just in between my shoulder blades. (Ruben's Shoulder Blades never worked with Willie Colon or El Gran Combo) Maybe it's my new phone though. Radiation. I'm dying. Maybe this is why i've been keeping the weight off. I haven't seen a dentist in years. Sometimes i hear my teeth screaming in the night while i am sleeping. My hair still hasn't grown back. I'm growing hair on my shoulders and back. My ass looks like it got hit by a hair grenade. I drink too much soda and cheddar cheese. I crave pizza all the time. My dreams are full of tepid sexual encounters with Reese Witherspoon that get interupted by screaming teeth.
Oh and the comic books are squeezing me dry. There is so much super hero bullshit in my life i can't think like a cubicle kid. Office co-workers ask me how i am and i say "good good" or i grunt but what i'm thinking is "Why would Superman give a shit about helping anyone anyway? Why isn't he out in space fucking around and getting high? What's he care if earth is enslaved? I mean....you fucking live you die. Why isn't he fighting Rupert Murdoch?" That's me on and on but not really about Superman but that's me about super heroes in general. Why would you give a fuck? I can beat up children but you don't see me going around stopping kids from eating candy on the subway. For real!
All my non-white friends are women.
I love you, I miss you, go fuck yourself,
HJ
posted by Herminio Jacome at 10/26/2005 07:10:00 AM
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