Sunday, October 20, 2019

"Blood and Guts"


This is a classical guitar piece about disgusting "blood and guts" reporting. If it bleeds, it leads.

Sunday, October 13, 2019

"Party Time!"


Roger invited me to his friend's birthday party, but when I got to the house, I was in a huge empty parking lot. I thought: "Man, Roger's friend must be loaded, seeing that he has such a huge parking lot." Then I thought: "Scratch that, this must be his second parking lot, seeing how all the party-goers must of parked in the first parking lot, right next to the house." I didn't know where that first parking lot was, so I called Roger, but no answer; he was probably having too much fun at the party, with the laughter and music too loud to hear his phone.

Typical Roger.

Anyway, I saw some woods and started walking through them, figuring I'd see the lights of the house for sure. Well, there was a small river that I had to cross and it was colder, deeper, and had a much stronger current than expected, and I was carried off, drowning all the way. I was able to grab hold of a sturdy branch and worked my way out. I started to die from hypothermia and tore off all my clothes.

By the time I got to the highway, a cop pulled over. I asked if he was going to the party and he told me: "Sure, buddy, whatever party you want."