Friday, May 25, 2012

cats and hockey

i never thought of it when i named them, though i really should have. and i have written about it since, but there's still a mind fuck in it all. i fed the cats this morning and laughed when i saw t.s. eliot sniffing the ass of langston hughes. all i needed was some charlie parker and some heroin and i would imagine a good time would be had by all.

doing my best to stay in a positive frame of mind for game 6 tonight. and i'm trying to not think about the 18th anniversary of Messier's guarantee. but if Cally scores a hat trick tonight the spooky shit will officially be on. and my beers tonight will be singing Matteau, Matteau, Matteau!!!

and i will close this with one of about a trillion Tom Waits lines that make me smile

"Don't you know there ain't no devil, there's just god when he's drunk"

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