I’m in so much pain, I could just just…

a) kill myself

b) cry

c) listen to the old Clash tapes God just made me discover

d) c, b, and a in reverse order (only a Man would do that)

Okay, den, I choose  ”(d)”

What will we do with a drunken sailor?

What will we do with a drunken sailor?

What will we do with a drunken sailor?

Early in the Mornin

Shut the fuck up, you idiot. You never served a day in Iraq. Not a day in Kandahar. Because you are a pussy. You always said to yourself, it wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t. It isn’t.

At least acknowledge the beauty of the kill machine in the early morning MRAT light.

You are a sick fuck, JR. You are evil.

I am. I Am Evil. Yes I am.

And I am Crying

I showed a guy how to blog today. He’s a fried of mine. a work colleague I have’nt seen in three months. He’s trying to get his business online. He had no idea he was getting his consultation from the Steve Jobs of blogging. He kept resisting I said just do it, trust me. He had no idea. He wanted to pay for it. I said, dude, there is no reason, you and your wife can do this for free, just teach yourself one thing a day. Make one change a day. You will have complete control. And it is free. Trust me. I’m telling you. I know what I am talking about.

Matt!?. Dude. Personal message. Trust me. The article I photocopied (for my dad, who has a Sony eBook whatever) and was taking copious notes on the paper version. It was Ken Auletta’s piece “Publish or Perish” in the New Yorker. What a great fucking piece. Auletta’s pretty good.  (If you don’t suck, you are great) (but you people know this already). Bam!