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Post #9 • May 12, 2003, 4:13 AM

From my artist friend Ed, from his artist friend Charlie:

“Well, even though I’ve woken up with a headache…
It snowed again….
I don’t own a shovel…
There’s no food in the house…
My back hurts….
I have two toothaches…
No beer…
No cigarettes…
No dope…
I haven’t had a paycheck in almost two years…
The doctor still hasn’t called in the scrips I need for my blood pressure…
Even though Walgreens has faxed him 3 times and I have called 5 times…
and I’ve had to go to Walgreens every day since last Friday, to get a day’s worth of pills…
The cat exploded…
The fish exploded…
The dog will explode in 7 minutes…
The mice are eating the woodwork…
Warner Bros. has turned down my life story…
My teenage mistress is pissed…
My pillow refuses to fluff…
I’ve heard every song on every CD I own 600 times…
My feet smell…
and…
My nerves are strained by the animal cries that I can’t stop filling the air with…
even with all that … and it’s only 7:31 in the morning…
I guess … well… it’s time to get to work…

and I am as ever…
finding it hard to afford artistic temperament…

because she keeps fucking with me…”

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