confined to quarters

i wish beer
was also sandwiches

know what i know

i would say this to any kid who wanted to play a hot song for a girl. learn "love gun" by kiss. trust me. slow it down. play it acoustic. surprise her. will ferrell is making a living off this shit.

get what i'm after

no gunga din

you say you can't do things but it's only you're lazy.

-- i'd fight you for saying that!

would never

she goes to parties
to lose herself
to find herself

goldman's

point of view
start near the end
of the story.

got your machine

i think we put more into the strokes than they put into us.

-- i tried calling you last night. got your machine.

it's too late.

-- that's not fair. you can't just make decisions about people.

what about the huns?

-- don't be sensational.

you're old. you think concern is action. i'm telling you, you--

-- --they're finding feet in british columbia. you read that?

i don't get you sometimes.

-- ah it's just conversation.

can't see the problem.

got fired
for being himself.

you a hustler amos?

you wanna quit?

fuck you kid. double it again.

this train is definitely crashing

he was the kind of guy that never listened. the type that ask a lot of questions while their eyes wander over your shoulders. in the beginning i think he might have been just nervous and pubescent. but later on, you could tell, suburban.

living downtown is no badge. but you've got to respect it. lots of people come to mingle and browse here. but they don't get it.

i think to be an artist you need to live in a fantasy land. because if you live in the real world, there's no time for that bullshit.

but sometimes the real world turns into art. and people like you and me try to make money from these moments. and also we try to not be seen to do that.

thinking gets you nowhere.

not the story we wanted

I have to break his door down because he's slumped up against it dead drunk. i find another half-typed letter in his hand. i have no idea what it means:
i'm easily two days late for work. it's almost a relief when i think he's dead. You can't fire someone who's late because they found a dead person. but he's not dead. just romantic. i hate him double.

he loved his job.[recdacted]
(is this going somewhere?)

yes, it's supposed to sound like 'Stripes'. that was the idea. >>>>>delete.