story of my life, Lou

she understood when she was just 5 years old
there was nothin' happening at all
every time she puts on the radio
there was nothing going down at all, not at all

then one fine morning she turns on a New York station
she don't believe what she heard at all
she started shakin' to that fine fine music
you know her life was saved by rock 'n' roll

you know despite all the amputation
you could just dance to the rock 'n' roll station
and it was all right

mr pharmacist

The pharmacy just before 6 am. There's nothing like it! It's a Hopper painting with bonus bad R&B muzak and the smell of floor cleaner.

I bet this is what Death will be. Slightly dirty white floors, sterile piped-in music, waiting on plastic chairs, bright and cheerful signs about terrible things, and waiting for someone in a white coat to do something about the god-damned pain.

Comic relief: my pharmacist was Mrs.Doubtfire again. It's not that she's transgender. This is Southern California and no one cares. It's that she seems to have modeled herself exactly on La Doubtfire. I was wondering if I would be a victin of a walk-by fruiting as I left.

When the haze of the stupid pain pills disappears I am going on a walk. Yeah, you heard me. A god-damned walk! In the NATURE BITS!