August 14, 2008 at 3:41 p.m.
Heart Of Gold
I'm lying on my new futon mattress from Ikea, staring up at to the chipped ceiling of the brand new loft I recently moved into back in the city. The band Can was blaring from the sound system in the lounge. I stumble over to the giant bar that was built here to serve as a venue for illegal parties and concerts. The more shows and parties we have, the less we pay in rent. Seven roomates.
Shot of whiskey. Head to the widows. Look out on Lincoln, envying all the people who don't have the flu. Head up one floor to the rooftop, rock on the hammock as I light up a camel. I turn my head to see a fighter-jet air show circling the coastline and I think to myself this is going to be one of the best mother fucking years of my life.