Thursday, August 07, 2003

my life is complete because the beautiful roxanna and headache come to see me and baby and chris play last nite ( i don't know if headache knows 'headache' was her chinito monniker at sant ambroeus... but she should own it proud because she is so damn pretty looking at her makes you feel like you were jove and had athena bustin' loose on you..) if i catch a bullet for shootin' my mouth off i'm gonna lay down a happy cowboy (unlike that benjamin netanyahoo (sp?) piece of shit used to come in with zises for breakfast with his army of henchboys thereby insuring that if somebody try to take him out they gotta scattershoot the whole fucking restaurant and the pregnant little girls and the babies buying ice cream. i turn to paoli and say: "i hate these chickenshits. all the time i see caroline kennedy hailing cabs on the street. her momma brought her up to be hard. instead we get these fucking losers." every once in awhile i could amuse paoli and he was a tough audience sure.) i hear ball of twine girl out wandering lost and maybe hurtin'. i feel responsible i do. i used to hold my tongue more because i watched my daddy's sad life. maybe that was stage i needed to go through but i'm out of it now. i'm gonna waggle my motherfucking tongue. i say to ball of twine girl's ex-boy "let's talk business" and he starts whining about love and i say and i mean it: "this is what is got your stupid irish catholic ass fucked up in the first place. business is the priority." ball of twine girl knows this but she can't figure what the fucking business is because she won't listen to me. stupid silly bitch. i love her. 3:44:19 PM    comment []