Archive for August, 2000

Chicken for Lunch

August 22nd, 2000. Tuesday Night. Hey buddy, this is a family place, put the mouse back in the house. – Gunther, Friends. So I couldn’t tell her. Hypothetically it could be that I am not entirely sure of how or even if it is a good idea, but the bottom line is that we left […]

Was it something I said?

August 21st, 2000. Monday Night. Hey hey hey, I’m gonna turn you into poo… – Chris, Family Guy. I am not even going to get into the Monday Night Football thing, suffice to say that as much as I love Dennis Miller, Dan Fouts can’t possibly go very long without ripping his head clean off […]

Stabbing Pains

August 17th, 2000. Thursday Night. A person who does not read is no better than he who cannot… – Taken from the cover of my paper journal, 1999. Isn’t it just the way that once you make up your mind to do something either doors swing open or barricades suddenly arise? I was violently ill […]

Waking The Giant

August 14th, 2000. Monday Night. Trying to be the King but the Ace is back… We’re out of our medicine out of our minds and we want in yours let us in. – Dr. Dre / Eminem & Slim Shady There was never a point at which I seriously contemplated giving up the work I […]