I had a nightmare that I found my ex-girlfriend dead in my bathtub. There is blood everywhere. I come home from work, go into the bathroom, pull back the shower curtain and there she is. The more I think about it, the more it disturbs me. It is a truly horrific vision.
There is a sticker on my black guitar that says, "Hello My Name Is", and where a name should be, there's the word VOGUE. About seven years ago, I went to TMLMTBGB: 30 Plays In 60 minutes. The Neo-Futurists are a theater troupe based in Chicago and are widely known for this. As you walk into the 'theater', you come across someone sitting at a desk with headphones on. They'll ask you for your name and then write something completely irrelevant. I was VOGUE. A friend of mine was TURNTABLE. I somehow managed to keep the sticker with me all the way home and slapped it on my guitar for no reason. I won't even try to take it off now; it probably won't come off anyway. Fused to the wood or something. I could get a corner, try and pull real slowly and a thin sliver would rip off. Like a sticker on a wood door, the glue will never be gone. No one has ever asked me about it. Probably think it's some sarcastic, ironic, po-mo statement. It's just a sticker I forgot about and was too lazy to take off. I guess it's a good story or conversation starter or something. Maybe not.
I sleep on a hand-me-down mattress, my clothes are in hand-me-down dressers, i watch tv on a hand-me-down television on top of a hand-me-down tv tray on my hand-me-down couch, i play a hand-me-down guitar through a hand-me-down amplifier, i drive a hand-me-down car, i listen to hand-me-down vinyl records on a hand-me-down turntable through a hand-me-down amplifier and hand-me-down speakers and i fucking love it.
