Why I'm Not Rich
25 May 2001
5:07 PM: Oh, oh, look. There's my computer. I should check my email while I'm here.
Oh look! I left the browser open to the Buffista page on Table Talk. I should finish reading these messages while I'm here.
Oh look, my cigarettes are in my coat pocket. Maybe I'll have one or two while I'm reading these messages.
Oh, look, there's my bed. I'm awful sleepy now. I'll just lie down for a minute or two while I'm here.
Oh, look! It's almost 3 PM.
Oh oh oh.
5:16 PM: Tonight! Kristin Hersh! Noe Valley Ministry! Tomorrow! Lunch with Throwing Muses! I can actually stammer my way through saying "Hello" to her and stuff. Still don't know if I really will bring the LP to be signed or not. One hand, majorly dorky. Other hand, dorky anyway, and this way, autograph.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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The motto at the top of the page is a graffito I saw on Brunswick Street in Melbourne.