legend in my own mind

syed called me a couple weeks ago to tell me he saw me singing fucked up led zeppelic on Chic-a-go-go, a kid's show on local cable access

then fortune called me at a meeting last saturday to tell me that she saw me getting my ass royally beaten on a dvd documenting the iraq war protests in 2003

yesterday i got a call from erin to tell me that Sun Times old fart Rick Kogan got ahold of a copy of Gallery 37's book alchemy and read my dual homage to Pablo Neruda and soul food, "Ode to Fried Chicken", to the delight of her grandmother on WGN AM 720 Sunday Morning

still today i accomplished nothing

i missed class, i missed my friend Milk Crate at the Rock n Bowl, and didn't so much as crack a book

on the other hand i watched some good porn, had some good conversation with kate, and put to death a number of whores, cops, and West Coast stereotypes in the new Grand Theft Auto Game

than and i didn't crash my mother's car

this is no small feat considering the facts that i'm quite prone to accidents, i was driving exhausted through a torrential downpour, and that after fifteen minutes of driving the car reeked of burning rubber

i got home dizzy

to a house smelling of smoke

supposedly, my mother burnt some rice dish in the microwave

but i'm a little suspicious

perhaps i died in a fire
and the last bit of memory and imagination is playing itself out as smoke fills my nostrils and my heart slows

in an unrelated note
my exgirlfriends seem to be coming into some wonderful
usually scarce drugs

E___ is working to procure me some of her current beau's opium,
N_____, who lives 3 blocks away, called to tell me she'd happened upon some psilocybin

my head is reeling
tomorrow is election day and
i think i'm going to vomit

good night