Damnnnnnnnnn.

So it's over, my birthday is gone. Yesterday, I spent my birthday evening surrounded by the ones I love: Coors Light and pizza. Oh yeah, my friends were there as well. Stark Street pizza and their Winterhawk pizza satisfied my fat cravings, while the (several) large pitchers of Silver Bullet curbed my sense of fullness, allowing me to eat more than I normally would. I swear, I looked like the fat guy in Se7en, without the restraints, or the gun to my head. Shit, some assholes probably wrote "Gluttony" in pizza grease above my head. If they didn't, they should have because I'm a fat bastard.

Anyway, I watched Survivor and laughed at the starving people while I stayed barely conscious in my bloated state. During the course of the evening, someone accidentally smashed my finger in a door jamb. I screamed in pain as my girlfriend, unsympathetically, asked me what my finger was doing there in the first place. She shut the hell up when she saw my finger incomplete with a missing cuticle. Good thing I don't do anything that requires my left pinky finger like, say, WRITING. Every time i type a Q, A, Z, or hit the 'shift' key, it goddamned hurts. Cleaning my left ear has also become an impossibility. Fortunately, last night, there was a cold Coors Light in the back of the fridge (born on date: 1973, I think) to cool my swollen digit. Anyway, Mar's Flamingo, 9ish, 4/21. Be there and act like my you're my friends so I don't look like a total schmuck.

gooch

So it works.

Today's my birthday. I spent last night hanging out with the Stuart Wylen Trio: John vanOeveren, Stuart Wylen, and Tom Miller. Great bunch of guys, I had a lot of fun. Check out their website at www.stuartwylentrio.com.

I'm pretty old. 27. The SW3 boys noted that both Kurt Cobain and Jimi Hendrix died at age 27. Hendrix died in a pool of his own vomit. Do you know how much goddamned vomit it would take to fill a pool? I wonder if it was just one of those wading pools. Jesus.

Kurt Cobain, writer of such tunes as "I hate myself and I want to die" and a "Smells Like Teen Spirit" died of a self inflicted gunshot wound to the head. Yep, 27 is an age full of possibilities. I know I'm getting old when I'm at Jimmy Mak's at 12:30, listening to a great band, and having conversations about how I'm usually in bed on a work night. I wanted to kick my own ass at that point. Oh yeah, props go out to Jimmy Mak's and the Italian bartender who bought me a drink. Also, the band that was playing was top freakin' notch Jazz action. I can't remember that band's name, the drummer is named Rhinehart (sp?), that's all I remember.

Earlier on in the evening, at the Rose and Thistle, the band and I heard a story about a guy who got a deer-tick in his "bung-hole" (her words). Almost as funny as the story was the looks on the Trio's faces (and mine, I'm sure) as soon as she said "bung-hole." I puckered up at the thought. After that, a girl sang Happy Birthday to me in sign-language. I guess she's studying to be a sign interpreter.

So, I had a good time. I'm hungry as hell right now and I forgot my money clip at the crib. Honky can't get a break. I will feed my fat-ass tonight, Baby!

4.21.01; 9pm: Mar's Flamingo

gooch.

GOOCHin

Crackers:

I'm testing out this new "blogger.com" log hosting service. If this works, it will revive/replace the beloved "logs" portion of my soon to be revamped website. "Revamped?", you ask. Yes, with recent original and unsolicited writing submissions to the site, and my renewed interest in fiction writing, and my recent addiction to the OTC stimulant ephedrine, I will bring the site back to its "Old Navy Ad" persona and add new features. "Shit!," you say, "That's exciting stuff!" Yes, it is. People will flock to my site like Darryl Strawberry and Marion Berry (they're not related) to crack, Anna Nicole smith to food and old rich guys, LA police batons to black people... you got it.

When can you expect this phenomenon to occur? Soon. After the birthday celebration on 4/21/01 at Mar's Flamingo, anyway.

I won't waste any more time on this, in case it doesn't work. Later. GOOCHout