the crazy rock & roll story Im working on has reached almost 1,700 words and Im happy...cuz most of those 1,700 words are not too bad. natch, theres some editing to do when Im done, as well as a few changes in the beginning (to match the middle...lol), but Im hoping to be done with the first draft by the weekend...maybe. damn work is taking up all my time...fucking 10 hour days suck--cept for the money part :)

here's a dab of the story, raw and unedited, but enough to give ya a glimpse into what it is:


Brian hadn’t slept, had in fact partied with Paul and a bevy of sexy groupies until the wee hours of the morning. He’d been following Paul when he watched in horror the rented car hit the bank building. There was nothing he could do at that moment—he had an ounce of coke in the car and enough whiskey in his system to kill a normal person, so he’d driven away from the scene of the accident and went back to his motel room. There he sat for six hours, snorting more coke and drinking more Jack Daniels working up the nerve to address the band on this situation, not realizing he was the only one to know the identity of the crash victim.

also, my son's daughter is overdue...they're gonna induce if she aint born by monday.

also, my online girlfriend is a real gem...I dig the fuck outta her even knowing Ill prolly never meet her...oh well, such is life. cant have your kate and edith too...

also, been drinking the hell out of unsweetened icedtea and lovin it...dunno why, but sugar ruins the taste...just gimme a slice or two of lemon and get out of my face so I can drink.

also, this weekend I had a great musical voyage... satellite radio, DMX or DML or whatever the hell it is, was playing at the one job I did...and I dug the fuck outta it...they played so much cool shit--no commercials too...and I got to hear my fave band Crack the Sky...Lost in America (runnin in circles like we're dreamin, dreamin...) plus so much cool stuff...was a true ear candy weekend

also, Im fucking tired...gonna shower cuz my ass & armpits stink, then read a dab'o Dashiell Hammett and drift off to sa-la-la-land, whereever that may be...


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