Sometimes I think I'll never escape from this little empty box, with its gaping maw that just begs to be filled with some nice turgid (turbid?) text.
So. Updates. Well, no, there's no point in updating, since nobody read the last blog I did, and that was two goddamn years ago. But it feels good to write, and anyway I just set my last notebook full of hopeless gibberish on fire. I'm a modern boy anyway -- penmenship is such a drag. Fuck it.
When I quit doing this nonsense two years ago (has it been that long? It has. Damn.) I was alone and trapped in a shitty, filthy apartment in this sauna of a city, with a woman who had probably quit giving the tiniest damn about who I was or how I felt a long time previously.
Well, now I'm alone and trapped in a shitty, filthy, apartment in this sauna of a city, without even a woman. So just pretend that there's a missing reel or two, here. You haven't missed much. I'd have rather skipped it myself -- just hopped out for a quick piss and a bag of popcorn, and come back to try to get a grip on the threads of the story, such as it is.
Sweet merciful Magnet, this is sounding grim. Things, properly speaking, are not nearly as bad as all of that. I could be in some shithole desert having people screaming hateful gibberish at me while their buddies endeavor to blow my balls off, while the cokehead trash that started the war gives up fucking GOLF as a measure of solidarity. So there's that.
Still, it's hard to be cheerful for me at this stage in my life. After all, I did get punched in the balls by a good friend for no good goddamn reason at all, last week. It hurt. But what hurt worse was when I landed a full on right haymaker in his jewels, he didn't even flinch. So either I'm pathetically frail, or he was more drunk than I had planned for. Or both. Or neither, who knows? Haven't spoken to him since, but I know that won't last -- I've always been pathetically bad at holding grudges. Too friendly, maybe. It certainly seems that instead of mellowing as I age, I'm going the opposite direction. I'm more of an asshole now than I've ever been, and I like it. If you don't like it, fuck you, you're no friend of mine.
