I don't see stars that often. Or maybe the ones I have seen are just "actors". Yeah, the "stars" are the ones I see on stage with an instrument and I want to fuck. The latest "actor" was Matthew Brodrick. I walked by him on a subway stop, Wednesday, November 24th. I was going in as he was leaving. We made eye contact for a solid 2 seconds. I love staring down actors! I gave him the "I know who you are look" but was cool about it. He gave me the "I know you know who I am look" and kept walking. He is about two inches shorter than me. And everyone within a 3 feet radius began to do the double take glance ans they passed short, but sweet Matthew. Cool!
So what does it take for me to write? Still trying to figure it out. I write more shit in my private microsoft word in the form of fiction than I do on this thing. Let's see... I saw Ron Livingston in person on St. Mark's Place. Good looking man. A freakin' fox. Hmmm.
The Nirvanna box set looks like it will kick ass. Why are most of my favorite artists dead?
Saturday, November 27, 2004
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