I take issue with what appears to be most people’s definition of the word “adventure”

new orleanz

‘pale, greasy, sleep-deprived’ just about sums it up for me i reckon

(Arnold Böcklin, 1862)

((this is a painting of a will-o’-the-wisp))

(((i love those freakin things)))

I am sitting on a stool outside the bar where I work reading a novel, and moments ago a young man on a bicycle appeared at my feet saying he had “fucked up big time” because he had taken a hit of a joint and was meeting with his parole officer in the morning. Then he asked me for my urine, apologizing every few words. I told him, sorry dude, I’m on the clock—and also, uhhh, my stuff ain’t clean neither, if you know what I mean.

“Fuck. OK. Man, sorry. Fuck.”

He shot down the sidewalk and swerved back onto San Pablo towards West Oakland.

I thought, hell, best of luck to you, man.

why does it seem like everyone who gets their master’s degree in psychology is insufferable and insane

sometimes i just think it would be nice to sleep next to someone

The Dr. Jekyll / Mr. Hyde nicknames I have given to my dual personalities:

Poppa Starbaby (daytime)
Count Starjerk (nighttime)