caged…

don't get the bastard wrong.

he likes his vacation and all.

but he goes home tomorrow and he can't wait to get back to his perch on the east river.

so he can drink whiskey.

and dream of magazines he could make.

lots to do.

fresh hell to have.

I'll take two helpings you dirty fucks.

thanks for playing.

—the bastard

jet lag…

… makes it hahd to type

been back a few days and it's taken me some time to get it together.

staying up til 3 in Vegas doesn't do right by an east coaster.

so I've been run down.

trying to get back I the groove with the dead animal books.

yeah, the bastard works for all ah they now.

I will say this though.

consolidation has done wonders for my office creativity.

now if I should only sleep like a normal person.

oh well.

go to hell.

—the bastard