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The Glass family children as follows:

SEYMOUR, BUDDY, BOO-BOO, WALT, WAKER, ZOOEY (ZOO-EE) and FRANNY ---- YEA

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Long time no see

Long time... been outa the picture... get him out

I'm a waste... of space.... of time... of breath... It's 3am - don't know what i'm watching... snakes on a plane en espanol - thats what the information button says but it lies... it's that zak braff movie in spanish... not garden state - the other shitty romantic comedy he's in... now i'm watchin mean Streets - Deniro as a cro-magnum homunculous all-balls no-brain wop motherfucker... Harcey Keitel's got it down - what a slick bastard - i'd pay to be him for a day - he's playing with a giant cat in a cage.... like a mountain lion - what a dangerous motherfucker........ that was the fakest "i'm getting up drunk and knocking these glasses over and breaking them not on purpose i've ever seen" ------ What about the time Charlie went on that retreat - with a couple of priests-charlie pulls over side of the road round 3 am to take a piss.... drunk fuck driving a mack truck comes along.... broadsides the pulle dover chevy coupe... bam their dead... not charlie though... just the priests.... positively no gambling motherfucker that's what i'm telling you.. it's 3:05 and i can't sleep... be like 'me' be like mike... i wanna be like mikey - he likes it so much - some daygo wop guinea mofo in a cheap suit playin pinball.... making love to the jukebox cause sinatra did it his way and all sorts of crazy fuckers drunk in the bar at night.... guys boozin' away their troubles... some fuck knocks bumps in to harvey and bob's table "Hey,, Ehy,... Hey.. woah.. boom badda-cheech-fuck out fore i's knock ya what know what i'm saying... bada-bing-boom-badda-cheech - use ya head ya fuck... don' fight ya
fuck... yer friends... fuck is wrong wit you don't fight... fuckin moron... jesus.. we're gonna have to pay for those chairs! Sorry... sorry... yea everybody's fuckin sorrry for livin... scared of living and tired of dyin' i swears to ya'll motherfucker... don't fight.. just dont fucking yell - every day that same old fuckin thing.... get up.. get the fuck up... kill the lights... get everybody outa here! Don't fuckin run, you want the fuzz to be up in our shit... god damn don't fuckin run... slow... don't jump out of the moving vehicle... good hey mister; goin my way? early morning hustlers lookin for a fix shuffle down the streets of brooklyn past the park - night's just ending past the little leaguers... playin their hearts out... life depends on this at bat... two out bottom 6, 2-2 count bases full... down by 2... kid cracks a hit in to the left-center field gap... short fat kid scores from third, tall lanky kid scores from second... batter rounds first... runner from first comin' home... here's the play at
the plate! the throw is... late... he's safe and they win the game! On this little bastard's two out hit - get me outa this fuckin shell - get me out - get your clothes on and get outa here - you're no longer wanted... end a' the night - get your hands off a me... get down... get out - gone - down the hall - there ges harvey.. there goes bob -down the hall - outa the picture........... gone.......... Johnny's fuckin nuts

END OF JULY TRIVIA QUESTION

Ok folks - for an autographed copy of my as-of-yet unpulished autbiography....

TRIVIA QUESTION:

name all the children in Salinger's 'Glass' family... ready... and... go!!!

I'm so broke... I'm unfixable

Yo guys what up - I'm totally broke - flat fucking broke, like I have twenty-two dollars in my bank account. I think it might be time to give in to the real world and get a job I hate with people I despise just so I can make enough to spend it so fast It'll be like I never had it at all. I knew this day would come and here it is - so what am I doing? I'm selling my things to pay off my debt. I've got so much random shit that we could make a deal on. This isn't so much a blog right now as it is a sales pitch for old records, philosophy books, any kind of books, dvds, videos, video games, autographed sports memorabilia, pens, pencils, posters of bands of all shapes, sizes and kinds - furniture - you need furniture; i've got a desk and a dresser and a bookcase with your name on it, all for very very low prices... hmm what else do i have around here - how bout a beer... no I think i'll have that myself right now - last one... then maybe go for a drive... I'm selling it all - everything except my steve Mcqueen movies, my computer (my steve mcqueen poster) and my copy of Raise High The Roofbeam Carpenters and Seymour an Introduction by J.D. Salinger. You want a 21" tv? Got thirty bucks? THEN IT'S YOURS!! I'll even fuckin' delivery it right up to your front (or back, depending how you like it) door if you're in the tri-state area. Ok folks new news.... I've been working with my close friend and peer Mr. Eric March on some songs that are almost ready to be let loose upon the world... Let me rephrase this.... The world is almost ready for us... Songs about women, blow-jobs, rotten women, rotten men, relationships, liking the right baseball team and AMERICA! Yes - we will be making our as of yet untitled debut sometime in late August/Early September so look out world! Back to the piano... I'm not actually going to drink and drive - dire as it is, life has it's benefits.

Last Two Trivia Answers

Here are the answers to last weeks trivia questions...

TRIVIA QUESTION:

How many times can a director piss you off before you take a tire iron to his head?

ANSWER: AS MANY AS HE WANTS.


TRIVIA QUESTION:

How many roads must a man walk down, before he has to stop to take a piss?

ANSWER: DEPENDS ON HOW STRONG HIS BLADDER IS.

Go play yer fuckin piano and save yerself

The way of the world never ceases to amaze me. You're tryin' to keep a grip on reality and stay grounded and in the moment in life... Trying to do your best every fuckin day. You think that you might have a few things figured out in this cluster fuck called life and then you get smacked in the face with a big dose of reality - someone's walking down the street, running an errand and then BAM heart attack, collapses and dies. 43-year old woman, known her my whole life - kept shit the family business' shit together - kept the office from falling apart. How do you take this dose of reality? What are we to do when the totally improbably happens? Where do we turn for solice, for the strength to keep going in spite of the fact that we're all gonna end up on the cutting room floor? I think I'll go to the piano...