Life is Dream

How the hell could great art be created without pain? I think we all need some sort of shortcomings to let all our creative juices flow. Happiness sometimes kills the brain and turns one into a blissful robot. Or so I thought. I've been real happy lately. I think there are a bunch of reasons that have contributed to that. There is the old saying "addition by subtraction." Right now I can relate to that.
Because I'm a happy boy, here are some shallow thoughts in my head. Kiehl's makes a great hair gel. See, this is what you think of when you are happy. But my hair really holds and looks great. In the mirror I pretend I'm John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. Though I don't wear briefs. But I love saying, "I work a long time on my hair and you go and hit it?"

Underground Lounge is one of the best spots to do comedy in the city. Address is 107th and broadway. Great, smart crowds right by Columbia University. I was in a grocery store nearby and two med students who saw me asked where my sisters were. I guess they believe the joke.

I take three painkillers at night. Problem is I forget how many I took. So I always assume I took one less then I was supposed to. Who knows how many I end up taking.

I want to be involved in a good poker game. Were talking Texas hold em for like five hours straight. I put together a game but the guys I played with wanted to play dumb games. I hate wild cards. I hate high, low. I want to play some good ol Texas hold em and get good enough to be in the World Series. If I play cards with you and you say 3's , 5's and 7's are wild I will leave.

New Mercury Rev cd January 24. No one knows who they are, but they can make me depressed.

I want to wish my friend Lauren success in LA.

And I think thats all for now. See what happens when I'm happy. It makes for a dull life. I need problems, I need drama.

MG