blooddiemond

And the summer obsession goes a little like this:

1. Wake up and carry my lifeless carcass to the coffee pot
2. Play a record with a snappy beat. Usually Big Band numbers: that bebop stuff
3. Drink the coffee and enjoy the feeling of being resurrected another day
4. Refill the cup and immediately, if weather permits, put on Beach Boy’s Pet Sounds.
5. Go to school
6. Clean, play guitar, watch terrible television, scoffing all the while to myslef.
7. Have drinks with Christian, Jenny, and Dean.
8. Pass out

Lather, Rinse, Repeat!

Today’s hangover felt like Evander Holyfield used my face as a speedbag. I forgot that I drank a beer upside down last night in a last ditch effort to get rid of my hiccups. Needless to say, I woke up nausiated by the smell of last nights’ Old Style in my hair and beard. I’m a seasick crocodile.