Archive for June, 2008

43.

June 28, 2008

And the beer I had for breakfast was a box of cheap white wine
And the boom box on my shoulder was a box of clementines
I ate every single one without noticing the mold
You said you’re gross my darling, I said no I’m rock and roll

Even though I’d never ever been in a band
I got cool as black ice tattooed on my hand
And the christians gave me comic books as if I would be scared
Of burning in hell well I was already there

And the beer I had for breakfast silver bullet in the brain
And the beer I had for lunch was a bottle of night train
And the beer I had for dinner was my crazy neighbor’s pills
We had to sit down on skateboards jut to make it down the hill

Then I peed my pants and you stole the groom’s cigar
And some old man made me watch him masturbate locked in his car
When I got back to the apartment you were face down on the floor
You said don’t go to bed yet let’s go get a 64

And the beer I had had for breakfast was a pint of Jim Beam
And a fifth of peach schnapps and some warm Sunny D
And you said bottoms up just as I bottomed out
I tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth

Evan Dando never planned on telling you the truth
And your Leonardo ID card is your fountain of youth
You can be a teenager for your whole fucking life
Just find some pretty sucker and make that bitch your wife

I guess by now you all know my friend Danny broke his neck
He was driving home from Sirens when he got into a wreck
First I cried for him and then I cried for me
Haunted by the ghost of the girl I used to be

But the rocks with holes are warm in my hands
And I buried my toes in the hot hot sand
And the silver pink pony kisses me and says
You’ve come a long, long way and you deserve to be really happy

54.

June 28, 2008

I’m a local celebrity. I drove seventy miles that day.

Und ich habe eine Katze. Er heißt Griffin.

29.

June 10, 2008

Dear Alex Waltein,

I’m absolutely sad that you’re leaving. It’s not your fault at all, so don’t take this as an attack. You are one of my greatest friends. You’re very genuine. You’re hilarious. And as vigorous as our combined efforts are, it’s close to impossible to be friends with someone that’s 1,618 miles away. I’m not trying to be a pessimist… just a realist.

Well, at least I’ll have a friend on the west coast.

Don’t you dare forget me, you walawala.

KPK fo’ mofreakin’ life!