This blog will continue on a new blog called, iAMaBOOK.
This is my last post on this blog. Out of space. Which is a great title for the next Star Trek. I will open a new blog soon and place a link on this page.
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I do feel like I’m talking to myself. Not on the phone with a friend talking. But actually screaming into a canyon talking. The net is like an echo.
Hangover today. Last night I finished a bottle of scotch. Because I wanted to stop drinking. I hate habits. So I figured if there was no booze around I wouldn’t drink. So now I’m thinking that ‘sobriety’ caused my hangover.
Would anyone be afraid of being fired if you knew you’d be dead the next day? There is no answer to this question. It is one of those mad thoughts that I am vulnerable too. Speculating about something as if one was dabbling in wisdom.
I hate crowds. I like watching them from the outside but I don’t enjoy the actual experience of being one of the crew. Like sunning on the beach. Wedding receptions. But give me a camera or a bottle of scotch. And let me separate myself. And then I find them fascinating. One of my favourite films in this regard is Grand Hotel with the very young Joan Crawford amongst other great stars.
This piece was inspired by a song that popped into my head. I don’t know why. Song from the 50s. Jumped the cue in my juke box mind.
Pizza was invented in Naples. By Polynesians.
The next time a guy tells me that he loves women, I’m going to smack him on the back of the head.