“My seeds will not grow,” said Toad. “You are shouting too much,” said Frog, “These poor seeds are afraid to grow.”

I enjoy the lurking feeling of dread that accompanies me on my travels.

Blessed hotel shower.

I suddenly feel very old.

My poor pal

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Correction: Huge regrets. Stay tuned…

Frog pulled Toad up onto the island. Toad looked in the basket. The sandwiches were wet. The pitcher of iced tea was empty.

Joe Pesci in JFK shit: “I had one fucking weakness…”

Really, really, seriously fucked up rn. Wives driving husbands home shit. Raymond Carver territory.

When I randomly pop up in your timeline every few weeks

This is MY Spotify Wrapped

It’s interesting that new bios of Denis Johnson and Sam Shepard are dropping simultaneously. Very different writers, but they covered some of the same territory.

When asked how he is, my grandpa (91) replies, “As well as can be expected under the conditions which prevail.” It is an answer I appreciate more and more

“Sometimes in winter I’ll stand outside in shirtsleeves just for the fun of getting cold.” —Jim Harrison, “Brown Dog”

Flew to my hometown today. I’ve had six coffees and a bag of Cheez-Its.

Teaching myself acupuncture.

Let me know when you figure it out.

Having a couple bedtime Coors to ease my pains. Like rubbing rum on a baby’s gums.

I walked on ice and never fell I spend my time in a plush hotel I stood on many stages, held many mics Take airplane flights at huge heights

Hell, life is multiple-guess

I had a teacher who called multiple-choice exams “multiple-guess.”

In my opinion, we don’t talk nearly enough about how crazy the pelicans are in Colorado. Look at this huge freak!

You know me, shingles-free

Got the second part of the shingles vaccine. Gonna be shingles-free in 2033!

“He’s still posting.” —my followers

Watched my favorite American film* last night. *RiffTrax: Silent Rage

I love this library. It has chairs.

I'd like to adapt 'The Shining' for the ice.

Fair enough

I exude the brusque frankness of Terence Stamp.

Arkansas

prize at booth bear, seaside heights, new jersey, 1978

Wearing sweatpants in a public library. It’s fine.

Tom Petty was so effing good.

Things are looser when I’m here.

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He dreamt Frog was dead.

Arkansans are a voluble people. They’ll put your business on the street in a minute. Not gonna lie, Mississippians are too.

Gotta jam. I’ll be back tomorrow. Don’t leave me hanging…

Recent convo w/ my kid, the cineast Kid: I’m going to see FRANKENSTEIN tonight. Me: Isn’t Elvis Frankenstein? Kid: No, Elvis is Frankenstein’s “Creature.”

Big “get a job” energy

Here I am, warts and all!

I’ll see ya next Saturday. I still got it!

When someone new follows me

Same

Overheard today Man: I used to be a bricklayer. I’m not a bricklayer anymore. Man’s spouse: Once a bricklayer, always a bricklayer!

“Ah, to be 96 and single in Santa Monica.” —Keith Morrison, “The Thing About Helen & Olga” #Dateline

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The library staff are still deciding what sort of pervert I am.