“won’t somebody please
help me with my miseries
can’t somebody see, yeah
what this world has done to me”

god, yes

My homepage is the Wikipedia article for magicians / mages / warlocks / sorcerers / enchanters / wizards

On Monday mornings I wake up at 4 a.m. and deliver donuts all around the Bay Area. I go to Oakland, Berkeley, Albany, San Mateo, Palo Alto, and Cupertino. It’s real cool. I listen to dad jazz and talk to cute baristas and get free coffee all day.

My first stop in San Francisco is the Ferry Building where we have a donut kiosk. Last Monday, after I unloaded all the boxes, I went into the restroom there and used one of the urinals. All the stalls were occupied, and there was this awkward middle-aged guy just standing nearby, presumably waiting to use one of them.

I thought, “Well, if ‘waiting for some other guy to finish taking a dump so you can take a dump’ isn’t a great big metaphor for life on Earth, I don’t know what is.”

Gliding smoothly along this bipolar upswing superhighway in my brain ☆

I think people let me get away with being a huge fuck-up because they know that at the very least I’m not trying to get into their pants or take their money, and even when I’m a horse’s ass I mean no harm

My friend Anastasia came up from LA and visited me in Oakland and we went to the San Pablo Flea Market as the sun was setting

Laura helped me deliver donuts all over the Bay Area last week

I don’t know what this says about me, but one of the coolest mental images I can conjure up is like . . . a fat kid with long hair shredding on an electric guitar

Jesus Christ this movie is so good