Today’s soundtrack:
If you want to be happy for the rest of your life,
never make a pretty woman your wife
Today at 7:42pm: Staring longingly at my favorite storefront on Crosby Street. It’s some kind of unmarked furniture showroom.

Just imagine it, a 1966 Pontiac GTO. There’s a pistol in the glovebox and
a trunk full of ill-gotten cash. In-dash 8-track pre-loaded with The Skatalites
Greatest Hits. Cheeseburger wrappers, a mask, a map and you’ve got no
last name. Cars like this are the reason they invented the word “fuck.”

Yeah man, I don’t like going to work any more than you do but I’ll try not to complain about it anymore. As soul-deadening as it is, minding files in my little corporate docudrama beats the fuck out of being stuck in a mine shaft. Right? Right.

Sure sign my brain is turning to mush; new Jennifer Aniston flick looks like it might be decent. Watching a little too much late-night TV. By the by there’s a Saturn commercial out that substitutes walking people for cars and it’s pretty well-scored.

Tonight I saw Akakage, killer visuals. It’s the follow-up to Samurai Fiction. If you appreciate good Art Direction and live in an area with illegally imported DVDs you should pick these up.

Been training at the dojang almost every night this week, still trying to get ready for tomorrow’s belt test. I don’t feel ready.

Did you ever read The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe? At the end of the book, or maybe it was the series, Peter becomes King. It’s down to him and another more princely contender. The Lion asks the contender: “Are you ready to be King?”

“Yes,” the contender says, without hesitation.

Then the Lion asks Peter the same question: “Are you ready to be King?”

“I don’t think so,” Peter replies. At which point the Lion makes Peter King.

“If you had felt ready, that would mean you’re not ready,” and vice versa, explains the Lion. I remember reading that and thinking how fucked I’d be if I were Peter.

“Lion, you don’t understand,” I’d say. “I’m really not ready. I’m like, still in high school and shit. Give it to the other guy, okay?” But the Lion made him King anyway.

It’s bad enough having clothes that don’t fit; an ill-fitting crown has gotta be a bitch and a half. Anyways I’m no longer sure what this has to do with tomorrow’s Hapkido test but I’m tired and the filters are down. These days I can’t seem to reign the subconscious in after 6pm. Talk to you tomorrow.