A grillcheese is my disguise

Hanging out in town...waiting to see what is on the go around....the theatre scene...the work world...the taco stand....

Playing go fetch with a bombay cat named rockey is a hard job after two days...no three days of sweet fuck all...watching sports...movies...and eating junk food baby...it's been a sweet ride...

As I hear joe morgan anounce a great catch by trot nixon....I hope the red sox can hold on...not because I really love the team...I mean how can you love a team that has slogans like who's you're papi...cowboy up...and other boardline retard slogans...but to get people to stop talking about the curse...and to see if the world will end...

Do you think that we will have time later on to do all the things we think we want to do? just wondering...

2-1 boston...error by muellar...

joe says it's a tough infield...hard clay...crazy spin...radio on baseball is a lot cooler...

last of forth 2-1....

swollen ankles are mad...a week later and she's still folded...purple like a caplin and twice as fousty...

bombay cat...
what ya at..
dog ya cat...
cat ya dog...
redsox's 2
cardnals one..
as bordom sets in we all move along...
the sleep train calls...
long hair..
sad eyes...
A grill cheese is my disguise...