There’s a Dwight Yoakum song about heartache, and since I was trying to accomplish something last night with computer code, I was attempting to listen to something a little more soothing than the usual fare. It just didn’t work. I couldn’t get the computers to do what I wanted them to do, and the instruction sets were a bit too arcane, even for me. So we still have heartache by the boatload, and it’s another lonely day in Austin. Not exactly lonely, my neighbor’s parents showed up, and they hauled us out to lunch. Then another buddy came by, and we spent the afternoon working on story line ideas that involve astrology. Personally, I think he’s just amazed that I have the audacity to ask just about anyone what their birthday is. When I got back from the lake, as I was passing my neighbor’s place, I noticed he was watching TV, so I joined him for a quick episode of “Cops.” There was this terribly cute victim with the nicest arm band tattoo, and I remarked about getting a date with her. “Man, I already have this one on tape, so I can have dinner with her tomorrow night,” my neighbor suggested, “it’s my TV, I saw her first.”
it’s my TV, I saw her first
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