Two days off

Sake, ginger snaps, the Cramps, and a new futurephone. Oh the fleshpots of our dying empire.

The heat shimmers off the teenaged beauties in this town like stink lines from cartoon limburger.

A kid with a sideways beanie called me “Sir” so I called him “Sparky”. Fair’s fair.

I told four people to fuck off this week and they all deserved it.

Attention must be paid, you know. Attention must be paid.