i’m just trying to have fun with this dumb website

can you tell?

I try to say The Real Stuff as often as I can. But I get the feeling no one wants to hear that stuff anymore.

Ernest Hemingway once wrote a love letter to his fourth wife Mary, and he concluded it with a line I have always remembered, and which I am going to quote for you now:

“Much love my dearest Mary and know I’m not impatient. I’m just desperate.”

Um, yeah, dude.

hey how y’all doin out there in starland

Sometimes I’ll be talking to someone about books, and they’ll ask me what my favorite book is, and I’ll say: “Oh for God’s sake, it’s definitely ‘Moby Dick.'”

And sometimes they’ll say something like, “I’ve never read it. A book about a guy hunting a whale doesn’t interest me at all.”

And I’ll think, “Yeah OK man.”

Once, a few years ago, a person I did not know sent me an email. I found it again tonight and I still think it’s pretty good:

“You seem like you’re probably a jerk who doesn’t believe in anything, but you also seem like you don’t care if people think that about you. Either way, I admire that.”

Tonight I drank a whole bottle of champagne while watching ‘Mad Max 3: Beyond Thunderdome’ and I am alone in my hometown and it’s raining and yeah there you go.

Maybe I should just get it over with and start dressing like Max from ‘The Road Warrior.’ But I reckon my clothes would have to reach that point naturally or else it would feel cheap and weird. Meaning I would just have to wear an all-leather suit of armor until it was basically rotting off my body.

What I’m saying is maybe I should stop beating around the bush and go full-blown crazy.

I really do try to never take anything personally, and for the most part I don’t, but sometimes I wonder what it is that makes me so disposable to people.

hey i’m not sure if y’all know this about me but with my left eye i can see the future

i don’t want to say much about it though because i don’t want to give too much away

this is what i will say though: it ends badly.