the amount spent on hookers by spitzer. man, he could have built an imposing record collection with that money.
speaking of music, debating, silently of course, the "who is the greatest tenor player from europe" argument yet again. it's between barney wilen, tubby hayes, bobby jaspar, and ronnie scott. i've got to go with wilen, an acrobat that can hang with anyone. he made a record with milt jackson on piano that is one of the better things i've heard. you know, it just hit me that these thoughts probably won't do much to advance my social life.
spitzer is going to be replaced by a blind black man. i will save these jokes for the half assed late night comics. just one thing. i can hear geraldine now. nothing like being a blind black man to give your career a serious shot in the arm.
back at work today. it has no more meaning than it did before. eddie went after asians this time. they have a new social worker this year, an asian guy. this has attracted more asian students to the drop in center. eddie wondered out loud if "they watch anime in there?" eddie, keep looking for your brain. it has to be somewhere.
have been ordering cd's over the net recently. have to watch myself. well, actually, i don't have to watch myself.
pinko's pics are hard to top. my chum, pal o' mine, very fine work. you've got the juice. now, let me be so i can watch the simpsons. yes, i know that i have not hit a homer with this blog, but you can't always reach sal bass, jerry. yes, this whole thing has been a rushdie job, and i am going to have to book out of this library before ed long. ok, enough horsing around. we both know it's a rat race, but that's no reason to be a drifter.
the johnny moore you see, the les spann you know.
now, back to my monk like existence.
bya.
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