FebruaryFeb 21 Thursday 08
I wrote this, and this time I used no black magic or games of chance to make the sentences glide off a screen. I did some record reviews for buzzgrinder.com last week, but I used much of the aforementioned actions to aid in writing- so I won't link them from here. I'll …
FebruaryFeb 20 Wednesday 08
We sat drinking on the edge of the bar. The perfect place it always was, the balcony bar let you enjoy the show below without all the hassles of cigarettes being dropped on your feet and inevitable drunk falling over you on their way to relieve themselves in the back.
FebruaryFeb 12 Tuesday 08
I can't get drunk anymore. Scratch that. Honestly I can, but the results of a drunk me are now as timid as a sleeping tabby. I used to smile and roar when full of that legal poison, but now it's not worth the loss of my time or money to get that feeling again. A …
FebruaryFeb 4 Monday 08
James walked into the gray chipped contrite building. Real art, the kind that effected people's lives were supposed to be housed in the building; this was the promise he was given by the kids at the coffee shop earlier. Art here was supposed to change your life, not …