Not Yet
"Blog up, yet?" asks JA,<br>
on his way out to get a sandwich.<br>
"Blog up, yet?" asks JA,<br>
on his way out to get a sandwich.<br>
"I want to hear something with horns," I say, finally.<br>
"Cool," John DeVore replies.<br>
I am overwhelmed by all that I want to share with you. But.
Yo friends:<br>
I'd really love to know what you think about the magazine I work for.
Alright: I've converted.
A few days ago, I removed my Nintendo Entertainment System — the one I've owned since I was a young boy — from my Walmart television stand — the one I've owned for five years — and placed it on my Target bookcase. I then unplugged the Sony DVD player, wrapped up its wires, and placed it in my bedroom closet.
Waiting for our food to arrive, the four of us sat at the wooden table, two to a side: Boy, girl, boy, boy.
As I was leaving Maxwell's last night, I ran into <a href="http://blog.stereophile.com/stephenmejias/092805withloss/">Melissa</a>.
"I was at Maxwell's last night for no more than three hours, and it made me terribly sick."<br>
"<a href="http://www.maxwellsnj.com/">What’s Maxwell's?</a>" JA asks.<br>
"Oh," I say, "It's a rock and roll club in Jersey."<br>
"Thank you for assuming that I'm hip."<br>
I laugh. "I’ve become so <a href="http://www.niehs.nih.gov/airborne/prevent/smoke.html">allergic to cigarette smoke</a>. I woke up this morning coughing blood, and I've got a horrible headache now."<br>
"You must have some insect genes."<br>
I heard music, and I liked it.