It’s 1:09 am on a Sunday, and life seems like it needs to be forced through with a jack-hammer. When the cookie crumbles that way, you’d better be ready. You need to be made of heavy metal just to live through the atrocities, the technicalities, the banalities and the phone-company service representatives of a normal day.
Well, it’s late. I guess sometimes you’ve just got to listen to Chuck Berry and let all the assholes of the world keep themselves company for a while.
April 5, 2007