Laughing at the ultimate authority

If you have not yet seen Donnie Darko, I urge you to put it in your queue. Time travel, rebellion, dissociation, happiness, sadness, the mockery of life. It's all there.

Killer rabbit

Donnie Darko is on Bravo now, so I can officially lay in bed and drift away. C U next week. I'm head over heals about something....

Some guys are smart and have big dicks

Life is good with a soulmate.

Some cops have small dicks and are fat

I made a cop de-inflate his chest today, thereby making his belly look huge. He friggin lost his composure. LOL. Gotta love it when dorks with badges piss their pants.

Cops suck cock

I dunked a basketball today.

She

I will not show a picture of her, but she is drop dead gorgeous.

Now is the time of year to skinny dip

Cold water, naked body, robe, beer, shot of tequila. Trust me.

Pump up the volume

300 hits in 2 days? What am I doing wrong?

 

This place rocks

You have to be half way decent at code to get to it if you work with assholes.

Hopeful

My Dad took this pic.

Isn't it cool?

 

 

Patience

Humor

Love

Happy Days

Nat and I hanging out.

Note my trimmed facial hair.

Missing a girl in lovely green, she'll appear and vanish in a dream

When I was young
I watched the cars
When I was older
I drank in bars
When I was young
I chewed the leaves
When I was older
I drank with thieves

I found a love
She gave me dreams
She left me drunk
In New Orleans
So cold and lonely
So all alone
I wished my heart
Was made of stone

I took the cold bright needle
I used it as a sword
My eyes have seen the glory of
The coming of the lord
I burned across the delta
I swam across the ford
My eyes have seen the glory of
The coming of the lord
When I was a young man
Standing on this road
My empty belly
An aching hole
An old man said to me
Kid don’t you know
That its the same
Wherever you go

I gambled in two graveyards
I won against the odds
With the smiling saints
And the silent saviours
With the maggots and the gods
I cursed the things they showed me
I could never see again
And the howling of the wind at night
I wrote upon the rain

I found the thing
For which I prayed
And came back home
To the USA
With a heart of stone
And now I know
That it's the same
Wherever you go

St. Me Day

Go out and drink your faces off. I'll be the guy in his apt. refining his resume and writing and talking to his headhunter and agent with the goal of forging simultaneous six figure deals. I'll be in NYC during the day. Is it ironic that they call publushing houses pubs? Cause I'll be at both. If you're not with me in at least spirit today, don't expect to be with me this summer. And if you want to be with me in spirit today, thou must call me thrice.

Love,

Patrick

 

In the meantime

For the immediate future, it’s going to be me, my resume, my portfolio, my 1,000+ books, the beach, my PSP, my drum set, my guitar, my money, my iPod, my black book of A-list women (not B-list mommies), my brains, talent, looks and penchant for creating things compelling, persuasive and massively engaging out of thin air--in other words, my sublime mind.

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My angst has a body count

Women. Can’t live with them... Pass the beer nuts.
- Norm, from Cheers

I say that because I’ve had what alcoholics refer to as a moment of clarity. I’ve just realized that I’ve spent the past two years pursuing women who aren't particularly interested in being pursued, yet they’ve baited me just enough to keep me interested in them. Am I good for their ego? Did they genuinely like me? Who knows. Who cares. But, ultimately, I was regarded as disposable. And you know what? I have no time for that. Part of it’s my fault for letting myself be played so easily. This is a declaration of the new, a reinvention of me. A condemnation of the old and the justification of an accelerated now.

Compulsive concussions

Existence is growing odder by the second. Those once considered stable are falling apart and those falling apart are disintegrating. Me? I've lost any semblance of privacy thanks to the new owners of my place. They enter in and out at will. They're making major--I mean MAJOR-- upgrades, though. I appreciate that. 

Still passing out from the concussions and still forgetting minor things, like bringing my wallet to the market. The scab on the top of my skull is healing and the doctor is right, hair is growing up there. Still, I get confused and forget what I say from time to time, to the annoyance of everyone who knows me and have little patience, which means almost everyone. I'm getting restless and want a job in the $120's. Or more, of course. I need new toys and sharp clothes. Guess I better get off my ass and do something about it.

Kirby the Twin

Kirby Pucket is dead.

If God can take someone as charismatic as Kirby so soon, why can’t he take someone like me whom no one will miss? What is the purpose of Kirby’s death? What message is it meant to send? I remember so vividly watching him in the ‘91 series against the Braves, not even being a Twins fan, and rooting so hard for the little fireplug of a man with a million dollar smile. And he always came through in the clutch. His body betrayed him and he was forced to leave baseball. Some demons emerged. He was not a saint. But without his chance to shine, without the chance to beam his charisma, he withered on the vine and is now dead at 45. Maybe when things are taken from us too soon, we allow ourselves to be taken too soon. We lose our focus, our goals, our reason for being. Maybe that’s what’s happening to me.