It is approximately 2 am, far later than any civilized man should be awake. Nevertheless, I wander the streets in search of a meal. My cigarette burns a cheery red, though my stomach turns, revolting against the considerable volume of alcohol which I had so brazenly consumed. The first three Mexican establishments I pass are closed for the night. Young men in aprons swarm busily about the still-lit interiors, cleaning tables and straightening chairs. I curse my luck, soldering on. I pass a liquor store, the steel gates partially closed, but a cheery neon sign advises me of the proprietor's obligation to serve a wretch such as myself. Doubling back, I enter.

I make my way to the freezer, sorting amongst the plethora of frozen burritos and pocket sandwiches, searching for one that strikes my fancy.

"It is nearly closing time, my friend," the clerk informs me, with the appropriate ratio of jocularity and menace befitting a man of his occupation, "You should make your decision quickly."

Without delay, I grab a beef burrito, aware though uncaring of whatever intestinal discomfort such a treat may bring with the morn. "That will be a dollar twenty-five," the said clerk informs me, deftly punching the appropriate numbers into his register.

I deal out a pair of dollar bills. The man takes my tender and hands over my seventy-five cents in change. Wishing the gentleman a good night, I exit his establishment, marching towards my bed and a night's respite.

Uploaded some watercolors onto facebook. Check it: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=315365&id=759650696&l=e5b053d0ac

I'll post some of my oils and other crap soon enough.

New Converge track up on their myspace. That intro makes me happy (in my pants).

So this motherfucker can tear it up.



The world of music is that much poorer now.

...the one I like to call Christmas in June.

It's me 24th birthday this Thursday, (June 25th) mates. Starting off at Zeitgeist, 'round 5:00pm for drinks and nosh, then moving onto my place (it's the gate to the right of the market) a bit later in the evening, for more drinks and movies, etc.

If you plan on coming along, let me know!

You wish your sandwich was this good. Or as high in saturated fat.

(It's a Monte Cristo with bacon, roasted turkey, and jack cheese. And it is delicious.)

(regarding a friend moving out of her parent's place)

...
Me: But you got the agreement you wanted?
Them: Yes
Me: Awesome.
Me: (Totally not gonna say I told you so)
Them: Shut up, Andrew.
Me: Bah.
Me: srsly though, I'm happy for you.
Them: Thanks.
Them: Although that is kinda scary too.
Me: Movin' out for the first time?
Them: Well that and you being pleased by anything other than my misfortune
Me: I'm not always a horrible bastard.
Me: I'm a complex person, with like, motivations and shit.
Me: LIKE AN ONION, DAMNIT. LAYERS.