Since I left my headphones at home, I now get to be at work listening to the air conditioning hum. Which is better, I guess, than being at home and sweltering from an unrelenting end of Spring. For one thing, I need to collect a paycheck, and this is it. For another, the house hasn’t had central air since the obsolete system broke down 3 years ago. Poor Lopez is stuck at home and in the heat, wearing his fur coat, sore hip extended on the hallway tile. I may have to do the food shopping for the two of us, but at least I can find some comfort off of other people’s money.
Vlern posted the above photo to his Facebook page. I really like it. Make Austin Weirder circa 2008, maybe 2007, but it’s not 2009 as I am clean shaven. Sergio, who died with his fiancee over Memorial Day weekend in a car crash, is standing beside me. That’s Vlern’s wife in front of us, and performing for us all, receiving the Yucks from crowd, is Dylan, the drummer of Crapulence, and a former door-guy-cum-door-man and overall favorite employee of Room 710.
I should waste more time and get a muffin.