Fuck

I thought I might catch a glimpse of my girl in Sevilla for a hot minute, but it was not to be and I'm all alone again, except I got a surprise visit from a Princeton pal and it put 5 or 6 years back on my life I think.

What's the deal with Bill Simmon's basketball book? I wanna read that shit.

I had a long winded conversation with a rather good looking french brunette who told me that work is the only way to keep her going, without it she would most likely fall to pieces.

Money sucks, I hate it.

Frank Rich writes really good columns, this must be why they only come out on Sunday.

blah, blah, blah I wish I could watch nba games and download porn.



MORE MUSIC FOR YOU, you mystery surprise dl.