Tuesday, December 23, 2008


When I met Hell, it was in a kitchen in SF; we were there for the wedding party for a mutual friend. I had just had a tooth removed, and between the extraction, the antibiotics, the painkillers, the plane flight, and a couple of sips of Jim Beam and cola, I was flat out on the floor in minutes. I stumbled across town to my other SF friend's apartment in the morning. ("Time" is a song that the Minutemen covered; click on the title for their version.)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i pulled my tooth out, and that's real. the amoebas.