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3/12/11

Typical Work Day For Jim

So per usual today I arrive to work and enter the green room. And as is my custom upon arriving to work I do a small line, a shot of Jack Daniels, apply some make-up under my eyes, match up a cigarette, and then solumnly and without fanfare look into my vanity mirror and say to myself: "Jesus Mother Fucking Christ!"

She must be an apparition. There can't be be any other explanation.

And to no one in particular I say:

"Show me where the credenza is, my eyes aren't what they used to be - could be passing as a console for all I goddamn know!"