DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME;

"variously confused and such"

i'm like most americans. when i'm not cleaning my gun or down-loading porn i'm
watching tv. and when i'm not watching tv i'm listening to CDs. my friend who
lives in York, Steve, is visiting LA and VEGAS and is basically splitting his
time betwix my place and Rusty's. last night Steve and I got lit up and it all
wound down at Pink's around 3am. you don't need the details. just imagine
drinks being poured and glasses being emptied. and i won't EVEN get into the
assh*le that worked at Formosa who was serving flat Anchor Steam. nope. gonna
remain positive.

well, Steve's actually Scottish and, well, he likes Vodka. only drinks it,
with some 7-up. he and Rusty went shopping sunday at Ameoba records (on
sunset, near vine street) nd Steve brought back happy Mondays, the new Robert
Plant, Simple Minds (hey, he's Scottish, remember?), Manic Street and some
other stuff. we listened to some music and then went over to barney's to drink
and play pool. i was up 3-nil until steve staged his comeback and nailed me,
4-3. but see, teh night before that, saturday that is, he was mopping everyone
in the Daily Pint off the table. he was unbeatable. which caught the
attention of two southern cal babes, Sam (gee, forget the other gals
name...um...um...NICOLETTE! ok. got it).

but Stevie was too cool even for that lot. those bonnie Scots, huh! so he's in
vegas now and i'm watching tv trying (hoplessly) to find another episode of
QUEER EYE FOR THE STRAIGHT GUY, which is hands down the best show on tv. oh
yeah, happy birthday to Julie Carpenter, who played violin with us (and did a
damn good job!) at the San Diego street scene. so Julie, make it a good one and
don't forget to dance.

i was going to write something about this model i saw on melrose today but i
think that's boring. so i won't say anything about it or the short skirt she
was wearing.

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all the best,Mike

Mike Randle
mike@lovewitharthurlee.com

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