Here comes rain. Just a gnarly day. Makes me feel like butt. I was up kinda early, which might mean I will sleep well tonight. Going to try for no booze but really, I don’t have much reason to abstain. Some sad news last night had me procuring more beer. It’s not my sad news, and it is only marginally any of my business. Still, depressing.
Nothing to say, really. I mean, nothing. Niente. Null. Empty set. (). Ø.
Started watching “Hill Street Blues” in search of payphones. There was an early scene where an investigator has to have a payphone hotwired so he can call to and receive calls from a gunman in a hostage situation. I would think payphones are all over the place in that show. I used to watch it once in a while when it was new and I remember really hating certain characters, especially the insane grubby dude. The show is like “Barney Miller” on hallucinogens.
I got my free money today. Two doses of it, actually. Time to take that stuff seriously again. Or not. Time to move on. Career change. Someone was asking me about it last night. My so-called “business” and how it was doing. Basically, it’s dead to me.
Well, time to get out of this ghetto coffee shop and back to my ghetto life. Head feels full of something. It is full of rain.
Looking back at how masterfully I squandered this opportunity to say something meaningful.
