030803cooleyPro­duc­tive days make life seem so healthy and on track, despite the fact that 1 week ago this moment (5:06pm) I was ear-deep in barsmoke and sealed in the bag. Me and Jason, Jason and I, off to the bank, the post office, to break­fast, to Sta­ples for items related to Ice­box … pic­ture it, the two of us hold­ing a box of manila envelopes, dis­cussing whether it’s some­thing we should “write off” … or just pic­ture us say­ing “write off” … ludi­crous enough. Then rented “Decline of West­ern Civ­i­liza­tion,” BOTH of them. Darby Crash … huh. Felt weird watch­ing it, I don’t know. Lis­ten­ing to him “sing” onstage at (?) Club 88, out of his gourd, barely a word from each phrase … and we’re talk­ing “write off” … betcha we wouldn’t have seen him in the printer aisle at Sta­ples. What­ever. Radi­a­tion kills both bad and good, it can­not differentiate.

Speak­ing of which, con­tem­plat­ing whether to drop the $39 ($41 after fees, I imag­ine) to see Lou on Wednes­day. Don’t want to be the sucker to shell out the ducets to watch him wax poetic for 45 min­utes (it’s an inti­mate evening of song & poetry, sup­pos­edly). Then again, don’t want to be the sucker who missed out on THE FUCKING SHOW because I was being such a damned miserly Shy­lock. Any­one have any ideas or expe­ri­ence with this par­tic­u­lar show? Please email me before Wednes­day and let me know.

What­ever. I think me and Jason are going to go watch “Ringu” soon. Caused a bit of ruckus over in Japan when it was released. Seizures and the whole bit. Don’t worry, I think we’re out of the clear with our beloved Jason, though he’s get­ting cold feet on going through the full­day EEG. Do me a favor: if you see him or talk to him, try to sway him against back­ing out, alright? Great. You’re a true friend.