new post new post new post. 4 drinks in, I watched the television radio all night. Blurred vision and the warnings of a headache. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. This life is far from perfect. chalk problems up to money and women and lack of both or lack of stability or overdose of each. Different times of course. So many shitty bands cross my curvy path all day. So many. Like you can take a lot, then add a lot more. That's how many. And every goddamn one of them still habitats myspace. that and asians. there are so many on myspace. im not writing for my own purpose. shit overlaps shit i suppose.

Rooftop viewing, a belly filled with a holiday’s offerings. The poor and the rich, the pure and the stained. Crackling, popping, fire and noise. As dusk flips over, shit gets crazy this time of year. Kaleidoscope nights. Burnt rainbow heights. Every 4th I’m reminded why I get a hard on for Chicago.