My truck driver buddy, Sammy, was in

from a run to L.A. Friday morning. We were lounging at Galloping Gerties Bar and Grill sipping breakfast when suddenly the URGE hit. I bought ten bucks in pull tab tickets and brought them back to the table. I took another sip of breakfast and looked at Sammy. Sammy looked at me. I opened the first ticket. $404 dollar winner. Then five $1 winners in a row. Not a bad start.

My other buddy, Big Rick, said if you gamble another dime, I'll break all your fingers. So we all sipped more breakfast and when Rick left I snuck another $10. Didn't win squat. Who needs fingers anyway.

Had never thought of it this way before...

"My friend Daniel Ellsberg once said that what's good about the American people is that you have to lie to them. What's bad about Americans is that it's so easy to do." - Greg Palast

My new next door neighbor-to-be

said yesterday mushrooms are growing in his bedroom and the landlady must remove them before he moves in. Doesn't surprise me. The previous neighbor stopped by awhile back to proudly announce she'd found a new profession as a prostitute. I haven't seen her since but why would mushrooms surprise me?

The difference between an old person

and a young person...is that a young person is better at pretending we'll be here forever. An older person knows better.

Two times you should never blog...

when you're too drunk to see...or when you see too much...when you see yourself for who you really are.

I should put my liver on eBay while I still can.

A "friend"

came by earlier today. We watched some really sick joecartoon skits...then I copied Pink Floyd's "The Pulse" for him. Then I realized this was the single, simple reason he came by. Pure and only. Friends. Fuck 'em.

The bunker is quiet again. As it should be. The beer just as it is right now sure tastes nice.

Late night blogging or late night sex?

Which would YOU choose?

Just kidding. I needed an excuse for not blogging for three days.