Richmond, Virginia, is a black hole. It is a sedative. It is gloriously lazy. It’s the easiest place in the world to do nothing and still have the best fucking time in the world.
jealous zealots sell us pellets
there is an ambulance screaming a few blocks away. i’m sitting in my room waiting for a call so i can get shitfaced again. lucky me, i’m meeting with a friend I haven’t seen in years. he’s a nice fellow - transferred out when he had the chance. o wow this ambulance is actually nearby. i am distracted because i am working on a going-nowhere recording. second guitar sounds weird and too warbly. it’s not like this one will be my breakthrough anyway - change song/attempt older recording. smoke listen eat (when i want to) read watch tv. the bank calls because they accidentally gave me an extra 100 dollar bill. i answer and return the bill. the teller was a nice girl - i didn’t want to be responsible for her getting fired. who knows, maybe someday I’ll meet her again and she’ll remember. that’s the karmic benefit of kindness. after all, Newton said that each action deserves an equal response reaction, right? life is just random atomic motion anyway. anyway, ambulance sirens. i guess it could be somebody that i know. an ex-friend might be hurt. unlikely though. maybe one of my (early) friends from Catholic school drank too much. totally possible. i swear i’m not apathetic i’m empathetic. if you’re hurt, i’m sorry. I HOPE NOBODY IS HURT.
a cover of my favorite Christmas song!