
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
A Very Busy Man

Thursday, November 8, 2007
Love in the Time of Dipsomania

He called her "mi amor," she called him "el Creepo Grande." She stormed into his life life like an el niño of flavored coffee and faux-French pastry. He leaned his way into hers like a teetering scarecrow soaked in rum. His eyes said "Usted ha robado mi corazón," the restraining order said "a distance of 500 feet at all times." At sunrise, when a warm wind blows in from the south he remembers the last words he heard from her lips, "Non sígame o mi hermano Ramon le batirá a la muerte." Isn't it pretty to think so.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Spot the Bassist
"Did I ever tell you about the time where I met that chick from the show after Seinfeld about the yuppie couple? Remember that blonde-haired woman and they had a dog and the show sucked but it was after Seinfeld or maybe Wings. Man, I can't remember the name of that show but I saw her out and she was with like this whole bunch of women and her friend said something to me about Ben Affleck and I was like 'Hey, I like that show,' and they laughed because I was buzzed but she totally was checking me out. Is that your cellphone or is that part of the song? I'm not spitting. Not on purpose."
The "Game"

The only things I remember after that is we went to some place where this guy tried to pick up the waitress who went to DePaul and somebody dropped ass in the cab and I think there was some cheeseburger deluxe action because I woke up with my suit jacket on and the pockets were filled with ketchup packets.
The ad sale? Nailed it. That's how the game is played."
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