Orphans

Oh,
Aren't we all
hoping for
HOME?

I still dream of it
with my gorgeous husband about to walk through the door
and my adorable son careening through rooms
screaming.

This is a true story.
Very much
unlike
my dreams of home.

You Had Me At Delusional

Yes, Malcolm, you actually did grab Beck by the shoulders and shake him violently... while telling him how much you looooved his latest album... soon after he had pushed that piano off of a rooftop at Bergamot Station.

Thankfully, you fucking blasted Odelay the EN-TIRE way back to Long Beach because, otherwise, I would have forgotten about the very moment that you shook the smile right off of Beck's face.

Dear Master of Fortunes: Tuesday

Am I on the verge of a major breakthrough?

Sincerely,
Aftermath Kitchen

Dear Master of Fortunes: Monday

When will I be able to understand what the fuck the MUNI operator is attempting to communicate through the on board P.A. system when/while the train I am sitting in/on is not moving and there is zero evidence of a train anywhere in front of "us" because I can see the next platform from our stopping point (!) in the tunnel and the rails are devoid of other train... ?

or

When will MUNI operators discontinue their marble-mouth announcements?

Sincerely,
Aftermath Kitchen

Dear Master of Fortunes: Sunday

Am I going to die of "heart ATTACK!" tonight?

(please do not wait until my next order of Chinese food is delivered to answer my question... because it is late... and I am tired... and also not hungry.)

Thank you.

Sincerely,
Aftermath Kitchen