They're at a bar, sitting at a table. The waitress comes over to take their order. She orders a dry martini, he orders a cup of coffee. Shortly after, the waitress comes back with the drinks. She says:
    "I'm confused, who is who?"
    The lady says, "I'm the martini."
    The gentleman says, "I'm the coffee."
    The waitress puts the drinks down and leaves.
    She is the gin. Cold, intoxicating. Gives you a rush, makes you warm inside, makes you lose your head. Take too much, it makes you sick and shuts you down.
    He is the coffee, hot, steaming, filtered. You have to add stuff to it to make it taste good. Grinds your stomach, makes you jittery, wired, and tense. Bad trip, keeps you up, burns you out.
    Coffee and gin don't mix, never do, everybody keeps trying and trying to make it taste good.
-Henry Rollins, "High Adventure in the Great Outdoors."



Also, here is my cousin's beautiful song called "Rose."

I'll have an entry of consequence sometime this week, including Falafel in a Block-l and the Swerving of the Honda. (Megan Koegel, I promise you....)

And I just want Carissa Bombard to know that there are exactly twenty-four uses of & nbsp; in this post.