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Wednesday, 04 May
This Is How We Disappear

So it is, as of this writing, my two year wedding anniversary. (Hold your applause. Actually, hold it between your knees like a chicken salad sandwich.) This is kind of astonishing to me; it simply does not seem like that long. I polled the wife when she was between amphetamine benders: "Honey? Does it seem like two years to you?" She replied, "Every minute of my life with you feels like two years." And then she broke into violent sobs, but without the actual tears, because her wasted body no longer produces moisture of any kind. The noise was heartbreaking: I couldn't hear what the contestants of "The Amazing Race" were saying. So I told her I had some heroin cut with baby laxative in my sock drawer, and she crawled over to get it, leaving me in peace.

And really, that sort of sums up what married life is like. You talk about the important things, and you figure out how to give and take. In this instance, as you see, we talked about our relationship. Then, she took my heroin. And then, I gave her CPR while waiting for the ambulance. And it worked out! I even got to watch the end of my show while I did the chest compressions. Amber is pretty hot!

But a successful marriage doesn't fully thrive with just the occasional resuscitation or bail hearing. Sometimes you need to get away, find a change of scenery, and duck your parole officer. That's why on Friday we're going to fly down to San Francisco for a week to take a little break. We're pretty excited about this, and not just because of California's backed-up, overtaxed extradition process.

We'll be staying with some old college friends of mine, J. and A., who run a pretty classy indie porn business out of their apartment in Lower Haight--"We don't do snuff," A. sniffs, and I believe her, because these guys aren't that kind of people. They stick to pretty mainstream stuff like lobster crush vids and the vegetable peeler crowd, and I can tell you that those people are lambs. (Truth is, the wife and I might do some filming--hey, it's our anniversary trip! Mum's the word, but be on the lookout for Blown Save sometime in June. It's about a bawdy nun and the relief pitcher she loves. The credits are--seriously--pretty damn classy.)

Oh, we have other friends to check in with down there too . . . there's good old J.Z., a savvy businesswoman if I ever met one, who has a serious thirst for scotch and hash, when she has the time. Her business keeps her pretty hopping, though; a career in Forcibly-Motivated Human Resources is not for the lazy. As J.Z. says, "Look, I want to traffic in only the best slaves. Do you know how hard it is to work in this business and maintain any kind of quality control? It's damn hard."

We'll also be seeing K., a funny guy with his hands in real estate. Literally, actually. He fucked over a client of his on a shady financing deal, who then proceeded to chop off K.'s hands and brick them up in his fireplace. K. and I still laugh about this when we get together for drinks; it always kills me when K. lifts up his martini with his wrists and then starts crying when he spills it--every time. He always says, "I can't even beat off any more!" in this really funny, chokey voice. That guy is a fucking card. (Which reminds me of another funny story! K. used to love to play cards, but he can't any more, because he doesn't have hands. That guy.)

So anyway, we're pretty excited. I think that we're both only about two tricks away from making it happen, and it's only Wednesday. Shit, I can do two tricks standing on my head. I did three like that just yesterday. Kind of fucked up my gums, but hey. It's our anniversary, right?

Roam | Skot | 04 May, 2005 |

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Tell J.Z. how much I liked The Grey Album.

Comment number: 005275   Posted by: Steve on May 4, 2005 09:26 AM from IP: 192.5.109.49

You're the best blog I read. Hands down. (and so many updates recently!)

Have fun in my foggy little city. May I suggest House of Nanking on Columbus (near the strip joints [bonus!]) for the best chinese food you've ever had. Go before you're starving--there's always a line.

Comment number: 005276   Posted by: Jason on May 4, 2005 09:52 AM from IP: 216.239.124.38

Hey, we're going to SF from Seattle this weekend, too! Have a fun trip... see you there.

Comment number: 005277   Posted by: alice on May 4, 2005 11:44 PM from IP: 24.16.132.117

You're watching TAR, yesss.

Comment number: 005280   Posted by: beige on May 5, 2005 12:25 PM from IP: 128.95.169.36

skot=skillz.

Comment number: 005281   Posted by: rhorsman on May 5, 2005 01:11 PM from IP: 198.179.227.59

Oh, Skot. How I've missed you.

Comment number: 005295   Posted by: Tracy on May 11, 2005 09:22 AM from IP: 216.54.169.104

It was worth losing the hands.

Comment number: 005297   Posted by: kaf on May 12, 2005 10:11 PM from IP: 204.95.16.11

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