December 15 - Tony Go Home

Today was a wrap day for the cellphone shoot.
Ned and I painted the stage from green to white.

I returned a shopping cart full of clothes to Target.
The holidays reared its ugly, infected scrotus.
Everything was impatient and shitty.

Nurse Novels had band practice.
It was joyless.

I worked the bar.
It was dead.
I kept falling asleep at the door.

While the regulars hung out after hours I slept in a booth.
"Tony, go home!" Kim called.

Verdict: Loss