July 27th, 2002



many many many jack and cokes, as well as several shots of jameson. i should not even be alive right now. james did not fare nearly as well as i. who knows where the hell he is.

thank goodness for dick's burgers at two in the morning. holy shit. i would seriously be dead if they didn't exist, although now i don't feel good.

gotta get up early and go get tires. i wonder if lizzy will make it home.


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Someone needs to buy my Chris Isaak tickets for August 9th. King's Classic starts that day so I'll be in San Francisco. Come on, people. He's not a howling pansy. He sings cool shit and he'll make your girlfriend want to get busy under the bleachers.

Two tix: $45 each.