today i:

- spent 45 minutes tiptoeing down 3 or 4 stairs then sprinting back up to the top because there was a swarm of carpenter bees at the bottom of the stairs leading to my apartment

- finally made it to my car. lit my second cigarette of the day, rolled the windows down, turned on slint’s “spiderland” and felt really really really fucking good

- drove past the pipe on s. geddes that i constantly mistake for a park bench with a couple sitting on it (it tricked me yet again today)

- went to the car insurance agency and made light chit chat with a couple gals whose niece’s decomposed body was just found in new york city. “what’s that shit called where the body is all nasty and shit?”

- went to the salvation army next door and was disappointed to find nary a single record in the entire joint, and a severely lacking cassette collection as well

- went to soundgarden and pawed through everything. bought clouddead’s “ten” for 5 bucks

- returned to my car, lit cigarette number three for the day, rolled the windows down, put on clouddead and took the long way home

- arrived home and spent another half hour attempting to enter my apartment with eldridge running insect interference

- appreciated the eloquence of old timey pro wrestling commentary, particularly when they reference the bloody face of a competitor: “the claret has begun to flow” ”he’s wearing the crimson mask”

- edited some dave stuff. wrote some jason stuff. wrote some jason and dave stuff. (side note: it is such a relief to be working with dave again, and the return of melon has me jazzed beyond belief)

- napped through the rapture

- am currently sipping a beer and spinning al green on the turntable