Kulturkampf (North Park is Dead)

My X-Box 360 got a red ring of death last night.  I found a gray hair this morning while applying my Rogaine… and North Park is dead! It was a strange day.  I woke up hungover.  My brain felt like it was wrapped in gauze, working its way through a slow burn.  My head felt obtuse, my hands clumsy.  I grabbed my laundry and headed for the Laundromat.  Powerlines hang over the city like a web.  The clunk of my coins into the machine was... Read More

Scary Old Bum-like Prison-tatted Drug Clown

Well I read back over the ‘Logan’s Run’ entry here and I’ve decided that I’m being too hard on myself.  I’m not wearing a suit and tie, I don’t have an office and a secretary, I don’t have to kiss my boss’ ass on the daily.  This realization is a little too late though.  After taking on the position I’ve been subconsciously resisting my perceived chains.  Hard drinking, rock music, chasing women around.  Not the best of activities... Read More