November 17th, 2008


Broke even at poker last night.


Am writing a book about "How To Have Good Credit" and it makes me feel like shit because my ex-wife ruined my credit six years ago and I still have another year before all that shit is wiped off my credit rating.

Let's Go Crazy

Prince, or as I like to call him "Unpronounceable Symbol", is now a celibate Jesus Freak (or whatever you call Jehovah's Witnesses.)

He's also anti-gay.

"When asked about his perspective on social issues—gay marriage, abortion—Prince tapped his Bible and said, “God came to earth and saw people sticking it wherever and doing it with whatever, and he just cleared it all out. He was, like, ‘Enough.’ ”

This from the guy who wrote "Darling Nikki" and whatever that song was that went "We can fuck until the dawn making love til cherry's gone."

The best part of this story is that he apparently goes door to door now handing out copies of "The Watchtower."

Can you imagine if you were high and opened your door and there was Prince standing on your doorstep trying to give you religious literature?

I'd never do drugs again.


There's a healthy black cat sitting in the stairwell of our apartment building.

More accurately it's been sitting right in front of the door to my apartment all day.

It's really friendly and has jumped into my arms twice. It's clearly healthy and not a street cat. It also has no interest in leaving the stairwell. I also know that it doesn't belong to anyone in our apartment building.

I can't bring it into my apartment where it could get warm because my cat would freak out. But, the black cat won't go out the door of our apartment building either - so I can't get it to go home to whatever nice humans are clearly taking good care of it.

It's too dark in the stairwell to take a picture and make fliers. Also, I'm worried that if I leave food in the stairwell for it that it will never leave.

I don't know what to do.