I am sitting in my room, in montreal, and I'm listening to
Tony 'interview'
raymi on a 'podcast'. I am on the phone with my pal and I'm saying 'okay' to everything he says because:
- It is the only word I need to respond to his plans to go drink beer, smoke shisha, and watched Bond, James Bond.
- It is all I can manage what with the multi-tasking blogging, listening to podcast, and trying to ignore the loud-ass freshmen in the bar downstairs.
So what? So I'm reading
Anti's blog as I write this - seriously, two windows right next to eachother. There is something about this much information, interaction, crap crap crap it's like a nice, juicy, delicious, bowel movement. The tv is on in the background but it's in french, I can't speak french, I don't hear french, it's static in the background. And what's the connection to it all?
Raymi lived in Maine once. I live in Maine. I'm
from Maine. Tony is from LA, but really from Chicago - or the suburbs there. Tony is trying to convince Raymi to put out a porn CD (essentially). Anti and Raymi used to be pals, or something like that - whatever it is called when people spend time together. Anti, god bless his chronic heart, gives me the advice on females when I need the advice on females but it's the
right advice, mostly, instead of that annoying shut-the-fuck-up advice all my normal friends give me when they are listening but not really
listening to what I'm asking, you know? I found Anti through Tony.
Tony,
Raymi, and
Anti are three totally different people. No joke.