Private Dick
Got a call from Brad the other day, he just got back from a trip to Detroit and had a totally kickass adventure into the once glorious yet fleeting visage of rock-n-roll history the Grande Ballroom. Check out his writeup
right here.
So what the fuck else is going on. Gutters and strikes mostly. I’m working as a goddamn private investigator these days. Sounds like bullshit, and I almost wish it was, but it ain’t. Its real. I’m a fucking private dick. Truthfully I haven’t done a goddamn thing for the job yet except shake a bunch of hands and sign some papers, force a fake smile on my face-piece and wear a collared shirt for the first time in a while. I’ve been thinking that I need to either grow a mustache (Magnum PI style) or maybe take up drinking and wear a trenchcoat and fedora… Well at least I already got the drinking down. Got totally shitfucked the other night and had to throw out a rug and a couch pillow because somebody snuck into my apartment and barfed all over them.. well them and the shirt I was wearing. Total bullshit, who does that, puke on somebody while they were sleeping. Damn!
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