the joyful and terrible realization while washing dishes in an empty bar at 4:30 am that you can, at anytime always, stop whatever you are doing and do anything else. and the less of a future you have, the more that is true. and the more that is true the more it feels like choking but also coughing up something terrible, to look at and say, oh that's what it was, as you choose to continue washing dishes.
was on the megabus and after a rest-stop the driver got on the intercom and said, 'alright everyone we're getting ready to get moving again. so take a look around and if you don't see someone who should be on the bus, or if you see someone you didn't see before, let me know.' and this dude in the back yelled, 'you know we'on't snitch!'
raising money for moving expenses. have drawings to sell. also going to shave my beard and glue it to the front and back covers of a copy of 'person' for the highest bidder (beard is really big right now and will cover entire front and back cover. it'll keep you warm at night/be endless potential for cloning/voodoo/confusing buddy for your pet/whatever!). will also handwrite an entire book.... (in ted dibiase voice) for the right price, hehe. if you live in chicago, i can do things like paint your apartment, read at your bar mitzvah, murder you in your sleep, etc. get at me,motherfuckers. sampinkisalive at g mail dot com