The Little Lost Dogs

"I don't know man, it seems like I'm getting older every day."

"Could be worse, you could be not."

Westwardly. How's that for a direction?

I don't even know what that means.

Wow.

What a couple of days.

You know what I need? A reason to hang out at strip clubs more. And wanting to see naked women isn't a good enough one (and it's not entirely true either). I need like a scientific experiment so I can call it "research", or I need to write a story so I can call it "background". You know something. Just...something.

But serioulsly folks I've decided to act like I do drugs. Not actually do drugs, just act like I do. People who do drugs just seem to have more fun, so I'm going to pretend like I do them to. Enjoy myself a bit.

Makes sense, right? Right?

Italy's in the World Cup final on Sunday, I'm so excited I'm erect.

I'm still hunting for a house, I am making several offers at once and the tension is palpable...if palpable means "I wouldn't give a flying fuck except for the fact that I don't have a place to live after next month."

I saw "Click" the other night. It was surprisingly good, and with a little time and a favorable career turn by Adam Sandler it could become the next "Groundhog Day". No really, I'm not kidding. Seriously.

Been driving for C@mp R@m@quois the last couple of days. That place must be amazing for little kids, but the noise they make is driving me absolutely nuts. We drive through a lot of really rich communities (I think parents pay like $10k to send one kid to camp for the summer and some of them send like 4 kids). So we're rolling down a side street yesterday afternoon when a little white Scottish Terrier comes sprinting down the side of the road. He's this perfectly groomed little fucker running ripshod all over Tenafly. He's bounding out into the street like he owns the road, cavorting through perfectly trimmed ridiculously green grass, enjoying himself thoroughly from all appearances. It made me laugh just a little. This morning there was a pug doing just the same thing. Roaring all over town blissfuly unrestrained without a care in the world. It's like the rich folks forgot to lock their doggie doors and here were all these expensive little mutts excercising just a few minutes of rebellion. A stray dog in Paterson is likely to try and kill you, a stray dog in Tenafly might tickle you a little bit. I was disproportionally amused.

Anyway, I gotta fly, it's hot out and I'm thinking of blowing a hole in the middle of the parking lot and starting my own little pool. By the way my father was just in the hospital, but he might be ok so I'm glad of that. The Kid is going back to school which hopefully will be good for him and keep him out from under my feet, and I'm slowly loosing my mind...so yeah, that's where we're at.

Thanks for reading.

"I don't know where we started...I just got a sort of good idea about where we're ending up." - Palomba