Thursday, November 04, 2004

"This shirt is dry-clean only. That means it's dirty."

Thursday, Thursday, Thursday. Tomorrow is Friday and the last day I have to work for 9 entire days. Wickawse. Next week when you're freezing in the pouring rain, think of me lounging around on the beach in some tropical paradise. That will almost be true. Except I'll be on some god forsaken rock in the middle of the ocean.

"The clubownder here, when you come to town, he hooks you up with drugs. Like he'll give you cocaine or pot brownies. But last time I was in town he gave me drugs for attention deficit disorder, because he's afflicted. But I'm not. So what happened to me is I suddenly had an extra long attention span. People would be telling me a story and then the story would end and I'd get all mad and shit ... 'Come on man, there's got to be more to that story ... I'm on pills here'."

"I was at a casino minding my own business when this guy came up and he says, 'You're gonna have to move, you're blocking a fire exit.' As though if there was a fire, I wasn't going to run. If you're flammable and have legs, you're never blocking a fire exit ... And you can write that down and put a dash in front of it ... and put my name at the bottom."

Abraham Lincoln Killing Machine is playing a show in Tacoma on Nov. 14th. You should come. Nate and Matt Scott ... This means you.