Today’s soundtrack: I guess we didn’t have to kill her
Today at 9:02pm: Unconscious.


I heard Shady on the phone, complaining to his girlfriend about how Mike keeps slipping weapons into his bag. Ahahaha.

Do you ever feel like you’re descending into madness? Yes you do, admit it. You feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper until finally your feet touch the top of my head and you’re like “Move over” and I’m like “Fuck you, I was here first.”

Couple years ago I went out to LA to cover the E3 Conference (thanks naka-chan). It’s a huge videogame conference where they have every console and every goddamn game you can imagine on display. It was like being in an arcade the size of Maryland.

It was also like Las Vegas hopped up on testosterone and acne. After two hours of walking around I felt something similar to what I imagine radiation poisoning feels like. All those monitors and electronic carnage everywhere produced a peculiar sort of exhaustion in me.

That’s how I feel with all the coverage of the you-know-what. Wiped out but I can’t stop reading the feeds. And realizing what a luxury it is to be exhausted from coverage of the war. I feel bad for most of the people who are living it, on both sides.

Life goes on, for the privileged, I guess. I try to enjoy my relatively peaceful life ‘cause I’m sure in a past one I was a Roman slave or one of those guys who got wiped out in the first 30 seconds of D-Day. So last night Mike and Thomas came by with a couple bottles of wine and we ordered out from Pepe Rosso’s (little Italian joint over on Thompson, or is it Sullivan).

The guy who answers the phone at Pepe’s, I’m pretty sure it’s the cook, is kind of a prick and got all flustered with our confusing order. “Too many voices,” he yelled into the phone.

When our order came there was an extra and free panini in there, I guess he got confused.

No one makes a nine-dollar panini for free. Someone, somewhere in this city got screwed with their delivery last night.

If life has taught me anything it’s

1. it’s all about the haves and the have-nots, and
2. more often than not it’s completely random, having little to do with merit.

The people in Iraq or North Korea, what did they do? Nothing. What do they get? Screwed. Meanwhile people like Saddam Hussein and Kim Jong Il lead lives of opulence and splendor.

There’s something pathetic about me shoving an extra panini down my throat while my relatives eat wood but I can’t exactly Fed-Ex it to them. To the person who ordered a mozzarella-basil I’m sorry I ate your dinner.