The Doug Hell Show
What a pointless endeavour. It’s the witching hour. So it’s the beginning of Saturday? Well not anymore. So much has been happened now. But as I write this, I imagine everyone merry out at the bar like it means something. Hey look at me! I drink alcohol! I am significant! It’s only a matter of time before I step outside for a cigarette. That’s when the real spectacularity begins. I will be seen smoking a cigarette. This will validate me as a cool person. When the bar closes I’ll stagger home alone, or if I’m lucky, with a big fat chick. Hopefully she won’t mind my stinky home. Hopefully she’ll bounce (no pun intended) before the light shines down on a month’s worth of dirty dishes and laundry… I don’t mind that my unfixed cat is spraying everywhere. Why should she, right?
Then after I bum her last cigarette and she leaves I’ll get on my phone because I can’t afford a computer. I’ll go to Doug Hell’s blog so I can be angry. Doug Hell makes me angry. Just who does he think he is anyway.
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I’ve been listening to a lot of punk rock lately. I’ve kinda gotten back on that train. I’m more of a poppy punk guy though. I adore MTX’s cover of Ramones’ Questino–
Guy I’m sorry. I’m out of gas. I’m just so uninspired. That and this italic bullshit magically started. I didn’t try to write in Italic. I’m so sad. Please listen to this song. It’s gorgeous.