player 4 lyfe

puffin purple stuff, pullin' purple stuff, i beat the robots. this little cuddlebug is back in action. after spending many sleepless nights trying and failing to access my beloved blog i have finally hacked into the mainframe and changed the password that i had forgotten. i have been busy lately, working my black magic and refuting various slanderous remarks regarding my androgynous appearance. i went to the river and opened my eyes underwater at night time. i wore my goggles during the day and found two cans of budweiser at the bottom. the tweakers left their car sitting in the middle of the bridge blasting death metal. i have been playing tennis. i have a pretty deadly serve, if i can get it in. despite the river and tennis i am struggling. sometimes i wonder if maybe i will have a rebound like lennox lewis did (7th round) fighting frank bruno in 93'. battle of the brits. i need one of those big left hooks right about now. i met a real-life murderer the other day. he was really nice. i did not ask whom he murdered or why. but he was really nice. he gave me cigarettes and ice water. it was hot that day not like today. today it is overcast and a bit windy, a nice respite from the recent heat. i heard somebody yell nigger in town. sometimes people just talk about the "stupid mexicans". i drove past the cops drinking beer with two different license plates on a truck that i had borrowed from a misogynist. got stopped by the coroner general picking up railroad ties down by the tracks. i got stoned and shot guns at plastic bottles and an empty pack of camels. according to my ex-army friend my accuracy with the pistol at 40 yards approaches sharpshooter status. i'm starting to fit into this little town in northern california that has more of a mid-west 1950's vibe than anything else. i ran over a squirrel with my bike. i was going up a big hill so i took it's crooked frozen pose as death and moved on. my friend pushed me into a thorny bush and my arm bled a few days later i threw a glass of water in his face and we all laughed. i ratted his girlfriend out when i saw her at the TRANSFORMERS movie. she said she was walking down by the bridge and i didn't want him to worry about imaginary suicidal behavior. and now i have to go to work and build a fence with a little man who makes off-handed comments about how pretty my sister is. and that is it. i will cruise the strip listening to the latest justin timberlake song and make funny faces in the rear-view. my dad got married last week to a woman named diane. i think that this is a good thing.