2002-08-19 | FUTURE PROFITS (/prophets)

So.....Only eight days of work left!! Woo-hoo! "I win, one to nothin'." Then after that, lounge for a month. Don't do a damn thing. Just donate my automobile. My broken '92 Ford Thunderbird. Then after that buy a plane ticket to L.A.

Go to L.A. and hopefully have enough time to work on a screenplay with Dave. If not, we'll just drink wine, or beer, and listen to classic rock, and talk about music and movies, and make notes of future things we can work on together.

Hopefully, in the month or so I'm in California, Stephanie will be able to come on down for a couple days, so I can get my freak on. "Han Solo" is getting lonely. And sore.

My hand needs to be operated on. I'm almost sure of it. But of course, I won't get off my ass and get to a doctore. And I'm running out of time. Which gives me even more of an excuse to not go.

So after my month or so, (hopefully) i'll be moving to Tucson, AZ for a permanent booty call with "Steph-lova". Don't worry, I don't really call her that. Of course, I'll have to live on my own for a few months--don't ask....just stupid family politics...her's mostly--then after that we'll probably get married, probably in Las Vegas, and then I'll hang with Ryan for a few days, and we'll collaborate on my book of lists, with band members giving me their lists, and cool people i met on here giving me their favorites, and then maybe i can jam with amber halo or something....who the fuck knows. None of this could happen.

Well.....i will get married, but everthing else is all over the place. I want to make lots of money. Mainly just so I can keep adding to my CD collection, and so I can get a bunch of hard to get records, and so i can get satellite tv, and tivo, and all that good stuff.

Word.

Wish me luck, yo.

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