ShagmoorLounge

September 25, 2005

Greetings from New York. Well, Brooklyn to be exact. Getting around with a full cast on your leg is kind of a bitch here in New York. But not as much of a bitch as Goth Boy's mom. No wonder he's a voluntary orphan. I've met both his parents now and I'm totally surprised he didn't abort himself at like six weeks. Some fucking people should just never have any relationships at all. His mom is like 60 or something and she thinks she's the hottest. She was flirting with me but I gave her the stone cold killa.

We picked up some cool shit here. We went to see some people I used to know from art school. They've got this sweet warehouse they've turned into lofts. We went to a party there the last two nights. When Goth wakes up from his nap we're meeting with one more prospective client and then it's party time again. We went to the Cloisters museum yesterday. It was cool, but not enough to see for me. My wife would have loved it. There were all kinds of wedding people walking around and getting their pics taken. Goth and I kept trying to get into their pictures, but they weren't into it.

We're heading home on Wednesday. What should I bring my wife? I should get her something at H&M because we don't have any on the West coast. I'll make Goth go tomorrow. He needs to get his chick something so she doesn't bitch me out. We'll go trolling for vinyl again tomorrow, too. I feel the need to get a new tat. I saw some shops that look legit. I'll start sketching it. I should get one for Goth. He needs a little something on the back of his neck. I want one on my leg. Right where they busted me and then opened me up. I don't know yet what I'll get. Something to remind me.

The Shadow knows 4:44 PM
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September 15, 2005

I haven't blogged in a while because I've been so fucking busy. We went to a car show on Sunday. It was cool. I saw a Bugatti and a Tucker. Mostly it was a bunch of surf fucks with their woodys and shit. There were a lot of fine vintage rides, though. That was cool. Everyone was all amped that JJ would be there? Why would he? He's Jesse James Hollywood now. Actually, he's more Hollywood than that little prick because he's all married into it now. Who cares. JJ was always a gangster true.

The chicks all got in a rumble last night. Unfuckingbelievable. They were at some dive for chick's night out or some shit and some fucking skank whore threw her drink in Eliza Dolittle's face and Miss Ennui kicked her ass. Too funny. They were up in LA and they've been banned from this hole and who fucking gives a shit? My wife kicked ass. She made it out without a scratch. Miss Ennui has some bruises and that Carey chick and her friend Rhonda cleaned everyone up. I mean they cleaned house. Miss Ennui told me this one fat bitch had Eliza by the arm and Carey grabbed the bitch's hair and pulled her head back and smacked her on the nose. Killed it. Then my wife got the car and they all got out of there. Carey and Miss Ennui were the last to leave and the bartender was screaming all his threats and they just told him to fuck off.

Amazing. I didn't know the chicks had it in 'em. I suspected Miss Ennui would clean up, but I had my doubts about my wife and I never thought Carey and Rhonda could hold their own. Good job, ladies. And of course there's little Miss Dolittle in the middle of it all.

I got a new job, but I'm not starting it until next week. I'm too busy spending all my cash from the big job. I bought my chick a sewing machine she wanted. It's attached to a table and I let her set up on the other end of the cave. She's loving it. She and the Yugo have been sewing their heads off. I'm taking a trip to New York with Goth. We have some meetings set up with some kooks. No more porn. No more for this year. It's pays bank, but pacing yourself is good.

My da's been looking for me. Fuck him. Douglas the dick's been looking for my wife, too. Fuck them both.

The Shadow knows 2:07 PM
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September 04, 2005

Taking my wife and everyone else for a picnic at the cemetary. It's open so we won't even have to jump the gates this time. We're packing it up, baby.

Tomorrow I'm taking my wife away. We don't get days off because we're self-employed. I am my own boss and sometimes I'm a dick to work for, but what else can I do?

The big job is almost done. Then it'll just be tweaking for the clients. I'll cash everyone out and then run to the bank with cash falling out of my pockets. I don't know where my wife wants to go. She's making all the arrangements. It's a blind trip.

As soon as the job is done I'll have cash to get the monster roaring again. I'm walking his ass down Magnolia to freak out the popsicle brats.

The Shadow knows 3:33 PM
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September 02, 2005

Went down to the island with a crowd. Fucking awesome to see all the shit going down. The trains were all lined up and then they blew the whistle and they chugged. It was fucking cool to see it all go down. Everything comes through the port. Everything. They slammed it all on trains and started rolling. The cops came by and told us to get off the bridge. Goth went right up to his fat face and told him we'd leave just as soon as we saw the trains go. Copper asked if they were relief trains and we said yeah. Then he gets his fat ass out of the cruiser and stands there with us to watch 'em go. He almost seemed like a human being for a minute.

I gave up the blog as you can see. We tossed a coin and I got tails. The blog now belongs to someone else and she decided she'd keep the precious archives just in case she needs them for some reason. People are gonna miss me. I know what's coming and people are gonna be sad to see me go.
Fuck them all. Goth is right. Why would I want anything to do with a fucking retard loser?

I've been checking the sites like a madman. So far Katrina hasn't done shit to me. Except the price of gas. $3.50 a motherfucking gallon. Someone should be shot. I elect President Bush, but just for starters.

The Shadow knows 12:12 AM
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