I found the phrase "whatever, forever" in one of my journals tonight -- about the only noteworthy phrase in a journal that spans 6 years. It's weird, I can listen to Cheap Trick now and feel the same emotion I felt from their songs 10 or 20 years ago. Yet, I'm not even close to being the same person between or among any of those ages. Emotion is constant and interpretation is AWOL. If that was taught in physics I wouldn't have slacked so hard... Hey Johnny-come-lately, what's next? What's the big fucking next? Another plaque on the wall? Another letter in your title? Things are moving fast now. I was watching evangelical TV last night. Burp. Oh my God (and my God not your God mister), I've got a few words for you, Luke 18: 9 - 14. Christ almighty, I guess you get two choices in life: drugs or religion. You lose yourself in both -- one just gets you there much more quickly. For tonight, let me offer a third choice -- crazy Canadian lyrics via Tom Cochrane of Red Rider, "We know you've got to blame someone for your own confusion." I don't know. If we are all on the fast slide to hell, it's totally worth it if we are simultaneously playing Indian Poker and everybody's showing 2's. "Bet I'll be damned/Built the debt/I turned 2's up today."

While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.