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4:27 PM -- 2004-08-20
Happy birthday dear Ninja...

An excerpt from the desk of a Days Inn motel: Austin, Tx.

July 17th, 2004

Sitting at the hotel. Coming back to Austin for the weekend proved due time for the worm to turn. My friends from last fall are no where to be found, and X celebrated my birthday in another city on a date with a teenager. Some maid named Rosa delivered the black ball to my hotel room early this morning.

But in all fairness, I get a feeling of completion when I rode back into town. Kindof like in the video games, where you go back to an already beaten level, and all the bad guys you've killed are gone, but the silly ones you thought were unecessary are still walking around. Basically conquered ground.

But strangely enough, I'm completely comfortable with this... as I suck the liquor off these ice cubes. My lungs are as scortched as the wallpaper in Hell, as I wonder what the story is behind this pack of menthols we found in the hotel room. We smoked alot of cigarettes on this trip... every one of them important. What the fuck does any of this mean? Drunk philosophies are for the birds.

I fear I smell too much like smoke to go out at this point. This hotel room is a hotbox. There's a seriousness behind this... no vents. How are we breathing oxygen with this muck over our heads??! I'm feeling dangerously drowsy. Jesus Christ. The aire of jack daniels and carbon monoxide.

Fickle friends and dissapointment... These are the children of hard liquor.

Paranoia and Dissociation... These are the children of marijuana.

Oh patient viewer... you are perhaps so lucky to witness the beginning of the downfall of a human being.

I know what I want on my tombstone:

"NATURE HAS FULLFILLED ITS COURSE."

....................

Here's a question:

What's more twisted.... Gore-fest Horror cinema, or Reality television.

Answer: There's no monster movie sicker than having a fear-factoresque competition where foreigners vie for a chance at a greencard.

Yea, thats right... I went there.

The Ninja, is signing off...

Sa Da Tay!