Archive for December, 2003

I was walking out of the music store in downtown New Haven. Paramedics were trying to wake up a homeless man. They gave up and were just standing around. Figured he was dead I guess. Then he woke up. Looked like he wished that he had died. Again inspiration comes in the strangest of places.

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“Crazy” is a term of art: “Insane” is a term of Law. Remember that, and you will save yourself a lot of trouble.” – Hunter S. Thompson ESPN.COM

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Itsy Bitsy Spider

There was a spider climbing up the wall in the bathroom this morning. I watched it while I was brushing my teeth. It would make it an inch or two and sort of stumble back down the wall. Upon further investigation I found that a few of the spiders legs on one side were either damaged or under developed. It kept persisting. Eventually it made it to wherever there was. Sometimes inspiration comes from smallest of things.

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Krispy Kreme Donuts

I want to know who the mad scientist is that created the evil addictions. 3 parts sugar, 2 parts pastry, 1 part crack cocaine. I just had my fourth Krispy Kreme Donut ever, and holy shit are these things tasty. I remember all of my Krispy Kreme experiences very well.

1. My first time was at the World Trade Center two weeks before unhappy people flew planes into them. Damn that donut was good.

2. The second time I had Krispy Kremes was in the middle of the nowhere Carolina driving back from Atlanta after being stranded there by angry people flying jets into buildings. I was in a dead sleep in the back of the car when my boss uttered those two words. I snapped out of whatever blissful road weary nightmare I was having into my double fisting “original glazed” mouth party.

3. Third time was in Las Vegas after a nasty hangover. 50 cc’s of sugar straight to the brain will absolutely blow away the brain fog.

4. Voicing my uncontrollable urge to cut through three lanes of traffic, hop over a median, through three more lanes of traffic, up and embankment and into the drive thru, my wife agreed to letting me stop. This was her first time, and now she knows. Hooked for life.

They should call it Krispy Krack

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