my dad complaing about laura on wrldmrine... really 2009


that pocket knife is bone scrimshaw by that artist. And that Dylan folk tape, is as good as it ever gets. Laura and Erin are fighting. Both drank too much earlier at a block party. Good for them.

just nailed a roof down on grandma's kitchen. Every muscle is sore. Hot as hell here, humid. Grandma repeats same old shit over and over again. most of it of things sixty years ago. most of it negative. it was good on the roof where I did not have to hear it. Laura is on drugs. May eventually kill herself. I am tired of all that shit. although I drank a half case of Heineken putting on the roof. Sweated my ass off too. It is what it is.