Sunday Morning

school seems to
have
shut me up a little

making it difficult to see old friends like
erin
or
gin

but there's still time to get lost
in domed suburbs with triple k themed
waffle huts
and
more bagpipers and fake shanes
than a man ought to see any day short of the 17th


the show is going pretty
well
it looks like we aren't going to collapse in on
ourselves
just yet

no one's disowned me

we've offended our first two customers

i'm working on a couple of articles right now
one of em isn't bullshit

give me a little more time and i might just work this damned thing out

it's time to find the little ones
and dance