viernes, 14 de mayo de 2010
i'm writing again. On the Metro in a notebook. How nostalgic! It 's like i'm three.
Three was a good year.
I remember loving pork chops and Pork ribs.
Annie is three. Wow! She digs progressive rock! How f%$king great is that! Maybe she'll play an instrument and we'll jam some day. That would be brilliant.
Ears-eyes, eyes-ears. They come in pairs. Mostly....mostly.
Taught lyrics to GENESIS: Get'em out by Friday, Squonk, Entangled, RUSH: Red Barchetta. this week. I love my job! That's a nice thing. I could make a lot more being a hit man, which i'm confident i would excel at, but you have to do what you love.
I'd love whacking people. I mean, I'm NJ Italian. But teaching is fine. Less dangerous.
it seems like the wise choice.
I can't stop typing.
These Marlins announcers SUCK! Redneck, kiss your older sister, tobacco drinking, epsilon minus semi-morons!
Please stop typing.