stop trying to play this game. (you suck at it.)

my rabbit chewed through the wire of my phone charger while i

was in the shower.

i was supposed to be recording with my band, but needed to be able

to be in contact

with the world the next day for recreational purposes.

i almost got clipped passing a tractor-trailer making a wide left turn

and didn't care; i

was on a mission.

when i went to the mall to replace it they didn't have any. i was

pissed.

the easter bunny was there, same color as my rabbit and all.

i wanted to punch it in the face for fucking up my afternoon

but refrained since children were around.

i walked in circles for awhile and saw a few people i didn't want

to, typical mall scenario.

(it's not finding yourself in someone

else, it's finding someone else in you.)

i called my friend who worked at a cell phone kiosk on the other

side of the county

and he told me to sit tight until he can pilfer one from work

on thursday.

i was relieved. and needed one of the twelve beers sitting in my car.

recording went well: finished tracking the song we were working

on; finished most of the beers.

my mom called me telling me to come get leftovers. i did, since

i couldn't tell her i shouldn't even be driving.

when i got there she had the bag of food ready. she gave me a

hug and smelled the chain-smoking on me

and didn't bother to say anything. i loved her even more for that.

fingering my keys as i opened the front door i mentioned that

i haven't seen him for a year and a half.

"i know," she said. she's been counting, too.

i walked out to my car and she said something about me

having another

new pair of shoes. "yeah," and i walked away.

on the ride home i tried my hardest and stayed in the lines. i

saw lights flashing

in the reflection of the back of a metallic road sign, but it

was some type of mirage.

i was secretly hoping my time was up. it wasn't.

(these nights happen. take my word for it

avoid me like the plague.)

i think we should see other people...well, i think

you should, too.

double-spacing isn't just for college students

who can't fill the void anymore, folks.

(yes, this is me mocking your poor attempt

at having venom stronger than mine.)