endless black sky

we were discussing how we skipped decades. how we went from drunk and outrageous to wanting to sit on a front porch swing and till the garden.
today i feel it even more, or i know i will feel it even more when we go to the conor oberst show and there's going to be 500 screeching teeny-boppers that will annoy the fuck out of me. i still say we scalp the tickets, come home, and go for a bike ride. not that i won't love to see a good show, but we're going to have to listen to the crummy bands before, listen to drunk assholes, and stand the entire time, then come home late...

what am i? like 80 or something?

i was walking to the bakery shoppe today for a bagel and almost turned around to yell at noisy kids, it was like nails on a chalkboard. they were screaming at people driving by in cars, and just screaming around in general, it echoed through my skull like a jackhammer

i want to go back home to the porch and my mutt.

we need to move out of this shithole, if i hear another fight tonight i swear i'm getting out of bed and beating the shit out of everyone involved, i don't care the situation. you don't start fights and scream when it's past midnight to wake up the whole goddamn neighborhood. it's just not polite. and i'm a stickler for etiquette...ha! at least they weren't slamming doors in the hall this time...just squealing their tires...but at least then i know they're gone.

today's so dreary. where's my summer????
everyone's dying and the days are dark
i'm sure of it
the apocolypse has arrived