Tonight I have accumulated a partial manifesto, burned 4 custom discs, talked to 3 friends, posted an old poem, written 12 headlines, and put together a creative touchstone for the people I work with—replete with cover art and binding. And rewrote a movie pitch. God, I love not drinking Nyquila. I’m not a religious man, but I love Iris Dement’s songs. And found out that a house in Chris' neighborhood just was sold for $800,000. Four walls, a roof and a quarter acre of bad grass. Damn.
NJ might not look good on the news or on Jay slackjaw Leno's dumb ass old people show, but bottom line? Things get done here. And it's beautiful once you get off the Turnpike. I'm one of the one's who gets things done and lives far off the pike. Near the shore. Know what? Go for Bush's Social Security plan, dumb asses. Invest all your future in corn and pork bellys and silicon. Our state's economy and citizen savvy is three steps ahead of anything west of here, other than California, in conviction and focus.
Not bad for a guy who slipped on an opened potato chip bag in the middle of the living room a week ago. As his cat laughed in the way cats do.
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