Garbage in...

Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg
He won it in the war In nineteen forty four.

Corporal Clegg had a medal too
In orange, red, and blue
He found it in the zoo.

Dear, dear were they really sad for me?
Dear, dear will they really laugh at me?

Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him.
Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin.
Corporal Clegg umbrella in the rain
He's never been the same
No one is to blame
-Pink Floyd

I was watching the Mets on the terrace when the garbage trucks came at 2:30 am. It was noisy as hell, and then i was descended on by the rot and stench of garbage. Ugh! If i had been a sleep it would have woken me up!

My nose wants to take it's own life! That smell was coming out of me for the last seven days! But this is like King Kong just dropped a deuce!

Mets are up 5 – 1. But it's Niese pitching and it's his first MLB game.

Insomnia sucks. I woke up again at 4:00. But i saw the Mets win in extra innings.

What country am i in? Why don't i work? Where are all my bleeding socks?

Well, my first week of work is over. No more work til Lunes. And the 9^th is a holiday here. Damn, that was easy. Luckily, the dysentery gave me back my girlish figure – so i'm back to turning tricks for cash. I needed to get laid anyway.

Mum always said i was 'resourceful.'

Chema is watching VH1. 'Born in the USA' is playing.' It's all too surreal. Which way is up?

Oh well. Fuck it. Off to the pool tomorrow with Cara and Molly!

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years down the road
Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go
-Bruce Springsteen