remember this.

for starters, tonight you caught the 1.5 episodes of californication's second season three weeks early. so far, a good friday by tucson standards, but smoking a cigarette by the pool was smoking a cigarette by the pool until the desk girl introduced herself like it was the last chance she'd ever get to talk to another living soul. her main topic of conversation was her second stalker that wanted to brutally murder her for her cash, and called through the gates as we left and asked us if we were ready to be on the news. you wonder, briefly, who makes her pcp. there were too many helicopters in the sky and squad cars on the street. you talked to some indonesian kids (three weeks fresh in the states) who claimed that their nation had best greenery in the world then met the master of rhetoric, he who peddles a thirty five dollar half zone and let us in on the finer security details of our apartment complex.

"what a way to keep it together, a black box, a prescription for speed. we found a freeway that goes on forever, and drown the demon in the deep black sea... motion isnt meaning, its just another drug, but its all we've got."

dustin kensrue delivered that, and you get that song now.