The keyboard player is cranking tunes
What the fuck is he listening to?
I think it’s Moby………
I had great expectations
of having a quiet night in on the tour bus
watching my David Copperfield illusions DVD
But the idiot has to annoy me
and I have to suppress my desire to enact the law of the jungle.
.........Book ‘em Danno. LOL!
I suppose this is just the way we live now;
Men without women.
on the road,
pretending to be brave.
New World Order conspiracy theories
play silently on the TV monitor.
are in positions of power
all around the world.
In eighty days the tour will be through and I’ll be home
but right now all I want is a lolita.
Out here you dream of women
But they only want you when you don't need ‘em
and when you do need ‘em,
they don't wanna know ya.
They act like you’re invisible.
Man, now that’s what you call a Catch-22.
Thermometer reads ninety degrees Fahrenheit.
451 ants attack a half-eaten, melted snickers
I counted them ‘cos I’m the prince of OCD.
Good onya ants.
Eat as much as you like,
It doesn’t bother me.
Gazing out the window
I see the wind in the willows whipping the vines
in a way that’s vicious enough to kill.
A mocking bird is lashed in the face.
By the looks of that gash
he’s gonna need a Phantom of the opera mask.
The drummer stunk up the bus.
Smells like whatever he excreted
had been inside him since 1984.
Stinks worse than a dumpster at a slaughterhouse.
Five times worse. Good Lord!
Of the flies buzzing around the toilet door
the fat one is my favourite.
I’ve named him ‘The Big’.
Sleep is what I need
but my bunk is covered
with the droppings of mice
and men are playing poker down there.
I don't wanna listen to that shit at the second.
Sex is something I won't be having tonight.
But that don't matter
‘cos alcohol is better than sex.
Just wish I had somethin’ to mix with the rum.
Diary entry #87