ill talk

about the cabinet when it is fully assembled.

but for now, i have a small rant about the crisis in india. yes, its fucking tragic, and yes i want more answers, and no, american media wont give it to me straight, BUT

did you know there are five countries in africa who lost at least twice as many people on that day to genocide? and it just happened again today. and itll happen tomorrow. and it happened yesterday. did you see any stories on that?

so heres an open letter




dear person who determines what tragedies see air time,
OR
dear persons in charge of the world community at large,
OR
dear people of the world who know and turn a blind eye to certain events and gush over others,




FUCK YOU.




sincerely,
lee

travis drives up to omaha to pick up some cash

it was hot as fuck for a change. and all the birds were yelping about it. and little nameless wouldnt give me a handjob on the drive over to omaha, said she felt too clean to do it. i didnt mind much.

i got off enough at the prospect of picking up my six and a half grand in omaha. i placed a bet on a scrappy little bitch who knocked the feet out from under the frontrunner. dog racing. it was a different kind of sport.

little nameless' stomach got to growling a little after noon. she wanted some more of those goddamn chicken fries. there was a burger king about ten miles down the highway, and i tried to explain to her that itd probably only be about 15 minutes. she kind of spaced out on me though. i think the little derelict who ran around our little motel room sold her some bad shrooms.

that girl was always getting into so much shit. she reminded me of betty. everyone reminded me of betty in nebraska. thats what her dad used to call her. nebraska beth. i think she used to live there or something before he got custody.

we pulled into the burger king and the bitch had already fallen asleep, so i bought her the fries and hauled ass north to omaha to pick up my winnings.

my old buddy rich was waiting for me in the backlot of some dealership. i half thought about leaving the girl there, but i didnt trust rich much around women. and my sister lives in kansas city. i wanted the two to meet.

reviving the blog

i dont want to talk about politics, but i do want to keep this blog alive, so i guess im just going to ramble for a couple of paragraphs and hope i find something to say.

a new hobby you should all pick up: reading antiquated history and economy journals. ive had so much fun reading about brits opinions on russia before the second world war or listening to american commentators argue that the economy is strong and economists are just trying to play prophet in the twenties.

im listening to james brown. im not sure why.

yeah... not sure this is quite working, but i might as well keep writing shit. today is a really slow day.

listen to neutral milk hotel. even though ive already told all you readers to do so. do it. for real.

anyone have any suggestions for my next book? id like something light. if anyone says twilight i will shoot you in the face. no lie.