a New Yorker, a Californian and a Canadian

(Alex what the hell do they call you guys, Torontonians?
P.S. Stop mailing me your fucking change.)

Today’s soundtrack: I’m out of luck, out of love.
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Today at 6:02pm: Going through some old photos.


Hey look what I found: It’s a picture of me, Naka-chan and Lexx. Of course if you’re not a regular reader of AA blogs you have no idea who the hell any of us are, which is A-OK. Microcelebrity is the thing.

The three of us were all at the same drinking hole in the same city. We all like to write so I feel like we shoulda worked on a screenplay while we were in town together.

This photo is telling because our physical scale is readily apparent. As you can see both Paul and Alex lift weights, whereas I read books and am allergic to things. Mostly I’m allergic to iron disks that say “25” on the side.

I had drinks with Paul and Alex about two months ago. They’re really good guys, you’d never know they’re both convicted felons. I don’t want to start any rumors, it’s just that Paul put several security guards in the hospital and Alex, one time he killed a guy with a hammer.