Thursday, December 31, 2015

box marked fragile (possible bridge)

I can be strong
I know I can
I just need a little help
I stand before you
a broken man
help me be myself

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

box marked fragile

I am a box marked fragile
I am arriving at your door
I am waiting to be opened
it is cold and it is raining
I don't mean to be complaining
but this is not what I was hoping

I am a box marked fragile
that contains too many memories
so many you can't count
I won't need them anymore
if you open up your door
could you help me throw them out

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

expensive to be poor

everywhere I go I see their faces
every face is lined in fear and pain
I see them paying for their groceries
running to the bus stop in the rain

there's a price you pay when you're the one who's asking
there's a price you pay to the company store
there's a price you pay by giving up your dignity
these days it's expensive to be poor

brush and the mirror

you haven't heard a word I've said
you must have me confused with someone else
tear your eyes from the brush and the mirror
there's someone here besides yourself

Monday, December 28, 2015

that part of the movie

it's that part of the movie
where all is pain and sorrow
till someone magically knocks
on your door
someone here to save the day
wipe all the tears away
and make everything better
like before
but that knock never comes
and the phone doesn't ring
and help is nowhere to be found
at some point you'll have enough
and get your fool ass up
but right now you can't make it off the floor

Sunday, December 27, 2015

trigger warning

my life is a trigger warning
everything makes me sad
everything ends up causing me bad luck
sad songs start the tears to form
an emotional launching pad
because I'm sensitive as fuck
I am not sentimental
I don't cry at weddings and such
no, all my pain is transendental
and can spring into life
at a single human touch
my life is a trigger warning
almost any measley thing
is way too much

I'm a fuckin' faucet

So I said I'd call.

Feeling any better, farmboy?

No. I'm just a fuckin' schizoid case. Crying on and off all fuckin' day, man. I'm a fuckin' faucet. It's a Christmas tradition, it seems, but it always takes me by surprise.

farmboy, I'm concerned.

If I knew what to do I'd do it, believe me. But I don't know what to do. Thanks for your concern -- and I mean that sincerely -- but right now I need some real solutions. 'Cause I'm drowning out here, man, and nobody can hear me.

Saturday, December 26, 2015

circle 'round the sun

I can't be myself without you
everything is all about you
like a circle 'round the sun

Get warm and smoke weed

I'm back.

Are you okay, farmboy? I've been worried about you. A lot. 

I'm here. And I'm at home. And, right now, that's all that matters. It was the worst fuckin' time ever, man. It was confusing and I thought a lot about suicide. But I just got back and I just want to get warm and smoke weed.

So I hope you don't mind. I'll call you tomorrow.

Sure, farmboy. But are you...

I'm home. Right now, that's what I need.

Friday, December 25, 2015

I have to pretend it's all tinsel and peace on earth

Hey, Merry Christmas.

You sound down, farmboy. Is everything okay?

I don't know what to say, man. Christmas always ends up being sad and confusing. It's like my annual day of depression. Funny thing is, every year I look forward to it -- I mean, I love Christmas but...

What exactly happened, farmboy? I mean, this Christmas.

This is what happens every Christmas morning. I don't really have a family -- I mean, I'm not married and I don't have kids so Christmas morning consists of sitting in a room with a family, like this year is my brother's family, and I sit and watch them all open a ton of gifts.

I need to stress here that this isn't about my brother and his family. It's about a day where I feel I don't belong, like the universe is showing me my real place in the world.

Which is?

Which is I'm alone and unwanted and unneeded. You know, if I was a little kid and believed in Santa Claus I'd think, well, I was a bad boy and I'm being punished for...for I don't know what.

I mean, I try to be a good person. I work with people with disabilities. I play music for children. I'm not perfect but I really do try to be nice and helpful and a decent human being. But every Christmas morning I get to find out how incredibly alone I am, how separate I am from everybody else.

And then I feel guilty 'cause I'm such a fuckin' selfish asshole and I need to suck everything up. I have to pretend it's all tinsel and peace on earth while inside a mental health storm is brewing.

What do you mean, farmboy? What's this about a "mental health storm?"

You know, I have problems crying, so there's no fuckin' relief from any of this. If I force myself, I can cry a little, but not much. So instead I want to do destructive things and I want to do them to myself. I want to be violent.


I want to hit myself, hard in the head. I want to bang it against walls and I want to do lasting damage. And maybe I have. When I get like this sometimes I will punch myself in the head, on my skull, as hard as I possibly can. I have banged my head against walls. 

And then at some point I start thinking about suicide. I start thinking about how my life is completely hopeless and I might be saving myself a whole lot of pain by, you know, jumping off the cliff or taking a lot of poison or just slitting my wrists.

Of course, everyone is oblivious to all this happening, which is good. I don't want to ruin Christmas for anyone else. But inside I'm a fuckin' emotional mess who feels unloved and unwanted and I know it doesn't matter. I don't matter. The older I get the more I realize how inconsequential I really am, more than most people, really. I've spent most of my life creating songs that nobody will hear. I work at a job that is ruining whatever mental health I have, where I'm disrespected. I fuckin' hate my job, but I can't quit. I'm fuckin' stuck. My music is just ignored and, truthfully, I'm ignored unless somebody wants something out of me.

So here I am, miles away from home and marijuana and bad food and all the other things that I self-medicate with because my life is too fuckin' painful to experience like other people. I don't know what I did to deserve this. It's like, I'm a human being too and why can't I have Christmas like other people?

I'm sorry, man. I shouldn't be telling you all this. I should get off the phone...

No, farmboy, I want to know more.

I don't know what to say, man. There's not much left to say but merry Christmas to me, another Christmas of sadness and depression and forced tears. 

I'm sure I deserve this. I've only had miserable, depressing Christmases for the past twenty years or so.

I'm so sorry you feel like this, farmboy. I wish there was some way to help you feel better.

You gotta understand, man, I am fuckin' hopeless. I'm just a fuck-up with no living parents and a history of failure. I keep hoping, but that has to stop. No more hope. Hope is too fuckin' painful.

I'm worried about you, farmboy.

Well, don't. I'm not worth it. Over twenty years of bad Christmases...I need to learn my lesson, for once and for all. I don't fuckin' matter. I must be evil or something, I don't know. 

What I intend to do is take some of this anti-anxiety medication that my doctor gave to me. Might as well be doped up all day. You know, fuck me, that's all I can say.

I should have been drowned when I was born.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

The bustling burg of Yakima

So it's Christmas eve.

Yes it is, farmboy.

I still got presents to wrap, but I'm not doing bad.

Why would you be doing bad?

Well, it's the day before Christmas and I'm sure tons of people are all stressed out. I mean, my nine-year-old niece just told me that she wasn't ready for Christmas yet. Me, I'm trying to just take things as they come.

Which is probably the best way to it, especially if you're away from home and it's Christmas eve.

Yeah, it's too fuckin' late to do much by this time. But, you know, all the presents have been bought, I'm here in the bustling burg of Yakima, and there's snow on the ground. So I'm all set. How 'bout you, man?

Oh, I'm all set, everything's done except for me to make my famous hot toddies, which I'm going to tonight. I got some really good rum. 

Man, that sounds amazing. You're gonna have a great night, which is what I'm gonna have.

Have fun, man. Hey, it's Christmas eve!

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

There's snow here and it's cold

Hey, man, guess where I'm calling from!

Let me see...Christmas is in two days and you're not in Portland. It's a wild guess, but are you with your brother and his family in Yakima?

Uh, yeah. How did you know?

You told me a few days ago, farmboy.


So how is it in Yakima?

Well, now that I'm at my brother's place, it's fine. Getting
to Yakima was just a fuckin' mess, but I'll spare you the story because I'm here and it doesn't really matter now.

There's snow here and it's cold and we had a good time watching a Christmas special with Bill Murray.

I like him. Bill Murray is very funny.

Yeah, he is.

Anyway, man, I'm tired and I'm going to go to bed. Catch you later, man.

Good night, farmboy.

Good night, man. Sweet dreams, yo.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015


seems like I
can never win
all those neutrons
taking over
what's become of me
why am I 
so fuckin' sober

Monday, December 21, 2015

I suck at being me 3 (possible bridge)

now, if I was you
I'd have it made
I'd be in Rio de Janeiro 
drinking rum and lemonade
instead it's me
and the same old song and dance
do you know how much work it takes
to be mr. grumpypants?

Sunday, December 20, 2015

I suck at being me 2

I feel like a dog
more often than not
I've been housebroken
I've had all my shots
the thoughts in my brain
are all diddily-squat
my life is hard
I suck at being me

Saturday, December 19, 2015

I suck at being me

I wish I was calm
I wish I was even-tempered
I wish I could be
a little less self-centered
I wish I was
an owner instead of a renter
my life is hard
I suck at being me

Friday, December 18, 2015

honorable man

I come from a past
you don't need to know
and I ain't telling you anyway
just a hooligan
playing the fool again
a run-of-the-mill rebel renegade
but I'll change for you
I will
I swear to God
that I can
please understand
I am an honorable man

I can't wait

So today's the last day of school before winter break...

Well, it's about time, farmboy.

Tell me about it, man. This has been the longest fuckin' week in the history of the world.

And now it's almost over.

Two hours and it's done. Then I go to the dispensary and buy some weed. And then winter break begins! I can't wait.

It's almost here. farmboy. Hold your horses, cowboy.

"Hold your horses?" "Cowboy?" Where did this come from? Did your parents drop you on a stack of Zane Grey novels?

I'm just saying it's only a couple of hours. You'll just have to be patient.

I hate being patient. 

What time do you leave work, farmboy?


Do you know what time it is?


It's 2:30. You only have 45 minutes to go.

Oh my God! It's a Christmas miracle!

But I still have to wait...

Thursday, December 17, 2015


I spent my whole life waiting
for a bus that never came
and then everybody told me
I had no one but myself to blame

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

my depression 2

my depression
has no consideration
my depression
guilty in the first degree
my depression
needs expensive medication
my depression
gonna be the death of me

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

my depression

my depression
it's as big as Alaska
my depression
thinks it's world war three
my depression
wants to move faster and faster
my depression
is gonna be the death of me

Monday, December 14, 2015

I dream about springtime

in the frozen dead of winter
I dream about springtime
leaves growing back on the trees
birds in flight
and early morning sunshine
where gray clouds used to be
I remember the calm
after the storm
no longer desperate
just to be warm
a brand new day
waiting to be born
that's where my mind is

icicles and snowflakes
and tires dressed in chains
wheels on freshly plowed roads
I wouldn't mind having
a soft April rain
soaking the mud between my toes
I know exactly
what I'm dreaming of
a million stars shining
up above
still believing the promise
of love
that's what my heart wants

Sunday, December 13, 2015

high school never ends

there's death and there's taxes
and the new pop culture trends
no matter how old you are
high school never ends

Saturday, December 12, 2015

how not to be suicidal

"oh, sure" I say to her
"tell me how not to be suicidal
tell me again how life's worth living
give me your wisdom,
won't you, please?"
she countered with cliches
of spiritual survival
she rallied all her allies
to combat my disease

Friday, December 11, 2015

oncoming cars

I am not afraid
as I walk into the street
in the path of
oncoming cars
it is my destiny 
right there in front of me
I'll say hi to mom and dad
if I live to be
on local TV

I can't live in panic all the time

farmboy, I'm worried about you.

I'm worried about me, too.

What's going on?

I'm having these problems at work. I had some kind of panic attack the other day and everything got turned around, emotionally speaking. I guess...

What do you mean "I guess"?

I mean that it's a self-diagnosis. I did go to the doctor, though, who prescribed an anti-anxiety medication. Clonazepam, which I am very familiar with.

I remember that, farmboy. 

Yeah, it's fuckin' great, man.

So what's your next step?

I need to get things figured out on how I'm going to approach the process of getting out of the fuckin' classroom that I've been stuck in this year. But I'm gonna have to try to get out, man. I can't live in panic all the time.

You need to get out of there, farmboy. It's not worth your health.

I know. 

I can help, you know. I can listen and you can run ideas by me if you feel like it.

Thanks, man. I'm sure I'll take you up on it.

Thursday, December 10, 2015


I wanted to be special
I wanted to stand out
I wanted everyone to see
what I was all about
but I was so, so wrong
and now I'm afraid
that I don't cut the mustard
that I don't make the grade
that I don't measure up
I let the chips fall where they may
and a million and one
bad overused cliches

I always knew that I was special
I was destiny's kid
it was sad when I realized
nobody else did
so I went to find my talent
(everybody has a gift)
but all I found was failure
with a capital f
I lent my ears to music
I tried my hand at poker
but at my best I must confess
I was halfway mediocre

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

My dad used to tell me I dwelled on things too much

So, um, things are not going well. It's like all the pressures at work just kept building up until they just...well, not exploded, really, nothing that dramatic, but everything reached some kind of peak and here I am, taking some time off work and trying to get medications. Today I saw my doctor. That was weird. 

I am not doing well, but I am better than you'd think. Well, maybe not what you'd think,, but it's definetly what I think. Or what I would think. Or something.

I'm taking tomorrow off and I'm gonna try to get my mind off all the stress caused by my fuckin' job. I gotta get my mind off this stuff, I tell you. I get fuckin' obsessed. My dad used to tell me I dwelled on things too much.

Anyway, I thought I'd tell you this stuff because...well, man, I needed to talk to somebody and you're the lucky recipient. Thanks for being there, man.

See you later.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015


I can't do this anymore
I am sorry
nothing is working anymore
and I don't know what to do

Monday, December 7, 2015

hey, hurry up

I am waiting
I am willing
I am wanting to forget
and I will
but my heart's
not ready for it yet
I say hey, hurry up
I'm all ready to go
but my heart says

Sunday, December 6, 2015

outta this place

you come home
you call friends
you go out
you get drunk 
really drunk
like a skunk
you pass out
on a stranger's couch
you wake up
you say ouch
my head hurts
and you mutter 
how did I get here
in a philosophical tone
how did I get here
I'm supposed to be at home
how did I get here 
I just want to be alone
get me outta this place

Saturday, December 5, 2015


get the fuck away from me
go bother someone else
I cried as I fell on floor
and saw a reflection of myself

Friday, December 4, 2015

farmboy's top ten holiday hits!

(in no particular order)

Light of the Stable by Emmylou Harris
Linus and Lucy by Vince Guaraldi
Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home) by Darlene Love
Happy Xmas (War is Over) by the Plastic Ono Band
Star of Wonder by the Roches
The Christmas Song by Nat "King" Cole
Merry Christmas from the Family by Robert Earl Keen
Fairytale of New York by the Pouges
River by Joni Mitchell
Children, Go Where I Send Thee by Ricky Skaggs

Thursday, December 3, 2015

roof over my head

I have a roof over my head
I sleep under warm blankets on my bed
and I admit, I'm a little too well-fed 
because I have the means to fill my plate full
every now and then I'm grateful

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

glory train

this is not an opinion
this is a natural fact
I'm going away
on the glory train
and I'm never coming back

Tuesday, December 1, 2015


today my mind is quiet
my heart is beating low
everything is peaceful
but it's temporary I know
it will soon be over
the medicine will wear off
and I will be back to normal

Monday, November 30, 2015

I have talented friends

So, how was your Thanksgiving, man.

It was good, farmboy, thanks for asking. Lots of food, got to see my son and his wife and his kids -- my grandkids. There's three of them, two boys and a girl. 

Sounds great, man. It's good to see family.

Yes, it is. How about you, farmboy? How was your Thanksgiving?

It was very good. It was pretty mellow. I went to a friend's house and everyone brought something.

What did you take?

A pumpkin cheesecake that I got at Trader Joe's. I figured that the kindest thing I could do was not subject my friends to my cooking.

Did you play any music, farmboy?

Yeah, played some guitar, sang some songs. It was really good. I have talented friends.

I'm glad it was a good time.

It was! Now only three weeks until winter break.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

I found these teardrops (cynical heart)

I found these teardrops
they were hiding in a corner
of my cynical heart
I played it cool
the impartial reporter
but they were tearing me apart
did it take me by surprise
this water in my eyes
I guess
the answer is yes
I've been through love before
and found it's something to ignore
and so
the answer is no
the answer is no
the answer is
inside these teardrops
they were hiding in a corner
I just don't understand
I tell myself
there was another life before her
this was just a change of plans
can I turn back in time
pay you no damn mind
I will not lie
I'm going to try
but I know it's all in vain
I don't want to feel the pain
and so
all I can say
is that all I know is
I found these teardrops
they were hiding in a corner
of my cynical heart

Saturday, November 28, 2015


I don't want to move
but I have a body
and I'm still breathing
so I guess I will
I don't need to prove
nothin' to nobody
but someday I'm gonna make it
up this hill

Friday, November 27, 2015

day after thanksgiving

on the day after thanksgiving
may love and peace prevail...
now, out of my way, losers
it's time to hit the sales!

it's black friday
yes, its my day
to open up my wallet
and abuse my credit card
black friday
hit the highway
there's room to be consuming
with total disregard
everything you need 
you'll find on any shelf
and, hey, while you're at it
buy a little something for yourself
ho ho ho and jingle bells
and crack! you take the lead
it's black friday
the day we worship greed


          thanksgiving's nice but I've got to say
          black friday's the better holiday
          you get to hang with all your friends
          at department stores at 3 am
          what better way to express your love
          than buy buy buy and push and shove
          celebrate the birth of Jesus
          with artisan beer and gourmet cheeses
          there's wal-mart and k-mart 
          there's marts of all kinds
          there's shopping malls and and party dolls
          and dining halls and that's not all
          there's every single possible gift 
          an online sale on taylor swift!
          spend some loot and give a cheer
          black friday's finally here!

black friday
it's black friday
you can drive out to the mall
or surf the internet
black friday
yes, it's my day
to empty out my bank account
and get further in debt
everything you want
waits for you, my friend
let's hit a restaurant
where the specials never end
let's watch that old movie
with jimmy stewart and donna reed
it's black friday
yes, it's black friday
the day we worship greed

Thursday, November 26, 2015

thanksgiving 2015

every day I grow more thankful
for the food upon my plate
for the shelter of my apartment
for the longing to create
for the sunrise of each morning
for each chance to stay up late
and finally believing
that love will conquer hate

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Things like hot cocoa

So tomorrow's Thanksgiving. What are you gonna do, man?

I'm going to spend the day with my son and his family. How about you, farmboy?

I'm eating dinner at the house of my friends Richard and Jim. They have a great tradition of having all these musicians come to their place. I went there last year and it was really, really a good time.

It's getting cold tonight, I hear.

Yeah, it's supposed to get into the 20s. It's gonna be fuckin' cold, that's for sure.

But, you know, I'm really looking forward to tomorrow morning when I won't have to get out of bed and I can just lay there and be warm. I went to Trader Joe's yesterday -- which was a fuckin' madhouse, by the way -- and bought things like hot cocoa so I can just stay cozy for the weekend.

That sounds wonderful, farmboy.

I'm sure it will be. I love that kind of suit, you know. Not actually going out in the weather, but being inside where it's warm and there is a guitar. That's all I want.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015


you go to work
you work all day
you're working 
your whole life away
you yield
every right-of-way
you're feeling 
sadder and sadder
head in hands
at your desk
the blues have found
you're home address
can you get
any more depressed?
all your thoughts
are useless chatter
time to think about
what really matters

Monday, November 23, 2015

Ho ho fuckin' ho, man

So today is November 23 already.

Ready for the holidays to begin, farmboy?

Yeah, right. Ho ho fuckin' ho, man.

I thought you liked Thanksgiving. I didn't realize you were so cynical.

Actually, I do like Thanksgiving. I love Thanksgiving, in fact. It's, like, the perfect holiday. No presents, no cards, no debt to get into. Just good food and family and friendship.

The three Fs.

I know, right? I'm so used to using other f words, you know?

I've noticed.

You're such a fuckin' comedian, man. 

Sunday, November 22, 2015

blank page 2

here is a blank page
there is nothing on it
no doodles
no scribbles
no lyrics
no list of chores

just an endless prairie of emptiness

waiting patiently
to be filled 
by you

Saturday, November 21, 2015

turpentine and thinner

turpentine and thinner
invisible to the eye
but you can't do the work
without them
all those reasons why
like stars in the sky
so many 
you can't count them

Friday, November 20, 2015


I was supposed to be legendary
I was born to a dangerous life
but I was raised in the cradle of comfort
now I have barely a name

nothing feels better

nothing feels better
than feeding an addiction
especially when the addiction
is you

friday haiku

thank you, dear friday
for finally showing up
right when you're needed

Thursday, November 19, 2015

in begrudging gratitude

in begrudging gratitude
I come to you
pleading for mercy
longitude and latitude
texas roots
and western new jersey

stupid things

I try not to say 
stupid things
but stupid things
just come out of my mouth

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

It's amazing that it runs at all

Man, I gotta tell you, every fuckin' day at this fuckin' job is worse than the day before. Right now I'm trying to have lunch but it's impossible. It's like they're trying to take away all our lunches and breaks. Every fuckin' day, man, it's something else.

Is there anybody you can talk to, farmboy?

I'm trying not to call the union again. But, man, it's coming down to it. I can't believe how fuckin' out of control Portland Public Schools is. It's amazing that it runs at all. Man, I...

I'm so sorry, farmboy. Is there anything I can do?

You're listening, man, and I appreciate it. I just need to find a decent job for someplace where the people in charge know what they're doing and care enough to do it.

As if I'll ever find a place like that in public education. But miracles happen, right?

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

It always feels like the bad guys are winning

Hey, I gotta tell you, man, this fuckin' job is gonna be the death of me sooner than later.

What's up with your job, farmboy?

More and more bullshit, man. It never fuckin' ends, you know?

Also, the news about the terrorism in France is so fuckin' awful. Man, sometimes I hate this world...

But it's not the world's fault, farmboy. The vast, vast majority of the people in this world are just people who want peace and justice and the best for their families.

I know. It always feels like the bad guys are winning, though.

They're not. The human race wouldn't be around if they were.

Man, I hope you're right. I don't want to disappear from this planet. I mean, I complain a lot, but I really do love this ol' world, you know?

Monday, November 16, 2015

all that trouble in your life

you must remember 
all that trouble in your life 
it's temporary

Sunday, November 15, 2015

song intro from a fictional musical

got money in my pocket
in the wallet in my jeans
step aside, you peasants
I'm a fuckin' man of means
I can mesmerize the ladies
I can make the fellas jealous
what is that you're saying?
"You're so brilliant, farmboy, tell us how
we need your wisdom now"

Saturday, November 14, 2015

too many memories

I forgot what I was gonna tell you
too many memories in my mind
they're clouding up my thinking
with their trivial designs
someday I'm going to pack up
and leave it all behind
and I can make an appointment for you

if my brain is a computer
I'm gonna have to press reset
'cause right now my feeble thinking's
about all you're going to get
there's too many memories
and now the fuckin' internet
is demanding all my attention

did I forget to mention

I forgot what I was going to tell you
too many memories in my mind
dated statistics from high school
lyrics to "my darling clementine"
you cannot trust my words
but if you've got the time
I can make an appointment for you...

Friday, November 13, 2015


the word of the day is "happiness"
that's what it says 
on the chalkboard in our class
but I don't see any happiness here
all I see in this school
is a pain in the ass
a pain in the ass
and a whole lot of rules
is this what they mean
by "happiness" in this school?

Thursday, November 12, 2015


I have nothing in my head but static
and it's growing louder every single day
I'm finding now that it's automatic
this turning off my mind
and yielding the right-of-way

blank page

I have a blank page
there is nothing on it
no doodles
no scribbles
none of those damn lyrics
that I find everywhere in this apartment

just emptiness

waiting patiently
to be filled
with emotions

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

dear world

dear world
I just want you to know
you've disappointed me again
I've heard it before
it's dog-eat-dog
and you're forced to fit right in
I mean, greed is only human
in this broken brotherhood
dear world
you had so much potential
you could have been so good

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

life is precious

life is precious
and here I am
waiting for the work day to end
waiting over and over
one more time again

Monday, November 9, 2015

But it's temporary

Man, what a day this has been so far. And it's just fuckin' Monday, man. 

What happened, farmboy?

I lost my fuckin' wallet.

Where did you lose it?

If I knew that, I'd go get it, wouldn't I?


I'm sorry, man. I'm just stressed out because of my wallet. I think it fell off in the bus this morning while I was coming to work.

That's too bad, farmboy. Did you have much money in it?

I had about fifty bucks. No credit cards though, thank God.

Well, that's good. That's a relief.

I was gonna go buy groceries, but I can't now. I can get a replacement card but I have to have a picture ID for that. And of course, is in my wallet.

Which you don't have.

There's got to be some way, man. I don't really have any money and my bus pass was in my wallet, too. 


It'll show up, farmboy, hopefully. And if not, you just lost some money and a bus pass. I know it sucks...

But it's temporary. I'll survive. 

But it still sucks, man.

Sunday, November 8, 2015

to the rescue

here I come
to the rescue