sturm & drang

when are we gonna find osama? yesterday i provided the bums of somerville with $2 cash and a pack of cigarettes. but i think i only paid off my used karma and didn't get anything new out of it. then i stabbed myself in the face repeatedly and metaphorically. i went bowling at sacco's and the jukebox played the soundtrack from my car: the clash, elvis costello, the ohio players, james brown. i thought i was on my way to work. seth and i did a nice, impromptu live set in our living room. glad to see the gallon of stoli-o i bought in new hampshire works as it should. disappointed at day's end, i wandered the streets for 2 or 3 hours, stopping to catch a live band in porter square and to chat with a security guard from the bronx at the 24-hour cvs. i stopped at the pickle factory fossil in powderhouse park to sing at the wind and then i went to bed.