Drinking: It's not rocket surgery.

Monday, August 18, 2008


Today
Hey Patrick,
I finally found this termite infested paper to get this one off on. A stamp blew out of the wind today as did an envelope,
thought I'd scratch out a few pages.
Another sleepless night for me It's almost 7AM my time there are things I'm trying to get accomplised in my time.
Lara and I are going to finish the downstairs apt.
The same one you came down here to help me finish
Life goes on within you are without you....I still do Beatles Sunday.
I'm phoneless sometime domeday I'll get one that acually works i'm up to eleven in the canal and am feeling no remorse.
I need to recoate the roof that you did four years ago.
Thanks buddy.
Needs a new one.
So I might say got some work cut out for me being a ho-moaner
How's life in the big city, all i remember is take advantage as you are not a stanger.
Rape it for everything it has to offer.
Someday you'll look back and say to yourself and say I might still be here
Tripped over a 1/2 oz of bud on the way back from the little store.
Life is good.
Drinking a Steel Reserve for breakfast
not much has changed.
Put on some stanlet clarke one of the greatest bass player's i've ever head.
I think the weed and the steel are kickin in.
I don't do paragrahfs well, but I waste as much paper as I do to save some.
As you might tell I'm very relaxed at the moment.
why not be?
I don't breed stress and I don't need it in my life.
On the darker side of life I have to go to the houshing #
because
Clyde has fucked me out of 5 grand. I will never let
let this happen to me again if i have to take legal matters into my hands I will.
It sucks but let the old fucking law take over.
This has been fun but I'm going to take a nap now
meeting Lara in four hours.

I've been up 74 hours now going for the guiness, not the world's record, just another pint.



(future update) Clyde and i have come to an agreement
I get his pick up truck and he walks away free
I need to get back to work
Life is good.

Keep playing the odds
As Always,
Dad

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