|
The Dog Comes Back Home Welcome back to the world of the sometime DJ who is a full-time RainDog. A few quick notes to plunge us all back head-first into the reality which is mine. I have been gone for awhile on vacation (Cape Cod). I am back at work (and none too happy about it). I am still a little drunk from last night and stoned from this morning. I'm wearing a tight A&F long-sleeved shirt, baggy black carpenter jeans, Airwalks and my hair gelled into a shark-fin. This is in no way shocking to anybody, as I am always a strange amalgam of preppy and punk. Yes, I am that piano-playing boy-singer/song-writer of questionable moral fiber. Matt is one hot motherfucker. Matt is one hot motherfucker. Matt is one hot motherfucker. (All three of the ones I can think of right now, anyway.) ShivvyShivvyShivvyShivvyShivvy: Thank you for being the first to welcome me back; I missed you. Soon we shall spray-paint construction sites in certain boroughs chartreuse. (Souviens-toi: Knee-Jerk -- Sometimes it's a good reaction.) Dannyboy: Thank you for your kind words during my absence; I shall write soon. Why do people visit my diary on days when I have posted nothing? Why do people not visit my diary on days when I have posted much? Stay tuned for a blizzard of updates, in which I shall attempt to chronicle the last however long it's been. r
|