|"I've got one hand in my pocket and the other one's clenching my throbbing gin-soaked head."|
Or how about these two?
|"Except for the suffocating stench of this filthy camisole, this is really comfortable."|
I take inspiration from these free spirits except in kind of the reverse way in which I should wake up but at the same time put to rest some old notions I have about this blog.
|"Curiouser and curiouser." "The suspense is killing me. Not really."|
Same thing goes for If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger. I find a picture. It's unique. I think, "There's no series for this so I'll to create one but what if I never find another picture to go in that series? Then what?" Then the overthinking begins, the youtube cat videos start rolling while I collect my thoughts and before I know it, it's one in the morning and I've spent another day hilariously accomplishing nothing. Only it's the kind of hilarious where you down a shot of bourbon and start to cry. L.O... ah, fuck it.
So I'm just going to pull over to the side of the road, take a nap, regain some strength and chill the fuck out. I miss Cinema Styles and The Gunslinger. Time to get back on track. See you soon. [cue befuddled silence. Audience member overheard: "Who is this again?"]