A postcard from niagara falls:
apparently I don’t like gambling.
overpriced everything here:
ten dollar french fries, beer.
A postcard from niagara falls:
apparently I don’t like gambling.
overpriced everything here:
ten dollar french fries, beer.
Hello, bitches, I have returned:
Flush from humid nights of boozing with mice.
Rum and diet, my new drink-
The fireworks were cool, too.
Okay, no, it wasn’t a Mickey that my cousin and I wound up drinking with, it was a Tigger, but that doesn’t fit the required frame.
Rode Big Thunder Mountain four times in a row without ever getting off. Also? Florida humidity sucks.
I.
Maybe I find meetings lonely:
lost in a sea of sleepy coworkers.
Scanning the crowd for young folk,
anyone who knows me.
II.
Playing with numbers to paint smiles:
please don’t pretend those graphs are positive.
I think we all get it, man,
the economy sucks.
III.
Don’t blame me, blame the stock market:
It traded my dreams of fiji away.
It’s not that I don’t like you,
I just like beaches more.
I will away Saturday morn:
But alas! alack! My iPod has failed.
The Princess Bride transfers not,
Doubtful it shall ever.