I HAVE NO CLUE

so as everyone may already know, i moved to sf. this blog will become a shouting board. a stream of consciousness.

i can hear the bart from my apt. the speed and the noise are something indescribable. coffee time. large sips are good. yummy. the dog is snoring between fits of insanity. i have nothing to say. arms feel good from playing last night. playing with people has changed everything. i have interviews to do at work. flat line. is that how you spell that. its 5:31 and i am writing this piece. i think this writing will be good instead of a radio show. maybe i will come up with some material soon and post it. post it. the color green. the color of money. when i think of green i think of money. tattoos. drums. skill. hyper. i want more tattoos. silence for a moment and the refrigerator is humming.

Patrick