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i’m standing there,
watching my little brothers’ band play
and really getting into it.
i don’t even care what they’re saying.
it’s just nice that they’re young
and think they’re saying something.

cover
the sun breaks through,
and out come the jerks in sunglasses.

public transportation
a grown man,
his shirt tied around his neck
like a cape,
rides his skateboard
towards a bus
that will take him

one month
you’re wanting me to write you a song
for our one month anniversary,
if we even celebrate it,
and i’ve figured out why.

it’s so when we’re both eighty,
if we live that long,
we can listen to it,
and you can say,

“wow, you were a stupid kid.
you didn’t know how you felt.”

chopper
a helicopter landed on my front lawn this morning.
i got my wife, and we watched from the window.
“what do you think they’re doing?” i asked her.
“not sure. looks like they forgot something.”
“at least they’re blowing the leaves into the neighbors’ yard.”
and then they were gone, just as they came.

i don’t know what this is or exactly where i found it or why it was made. i know for a fact that i did it. i’m just not sure why.

so, here it is:

fuck it. i’ll just put whatever here.

SCENE: BAR

HENRY PUSHES NATE.

BARTENDER: If you guys are gonna fight, you need to take it outside!

HENRY: No, we need to do this right here.

NATE: Yeah, not outside. We need to settle this right here! Inside!

BARTENDER: No, seriously, you guys need to take this outside.

update: i’m gonna start writing a movie. there’s really no plot, except that it’ll be like a springsteen song.

since i never write any ideas down, i thought maybe posting them on a (what is this? a blog?) blog that nobody reads would motivate me.

SCENE: ANYWHERE

TWO GIRLS, KAILEY AND DORI, WALK UP TO HENRY AND NATE.

KAILEY: What are you guys up to?

NATE BEGINS DOING SIGN LANGUAGE.

KAILEY: What’s he doing?

NATE SIGNS.

HENRY: He says he’s doing sign language.

DORI: Is he deaf?

NATE SHAKES HIS HEAD.

HENRY: No.

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SCENE: ANYWHERE

HENRY IS TALKING WITH FREDDY. A SMALL VEHICLE IS FLIPPED OVER IN THE BACKGROUND (OR SOMETHING ODD BUT NOT TOO ODD– I’LL MASSAGE IT TO FIT THE PLOT).

HENRY: So, what happened? More importantly, how much were you guys drinking?

FREDDY How long have you been gone?

HENRY: Three years.

FREDDY: Yeah, I’ve been sober three years.

wow, i’ve been really obsessed with that whole concept of manhood recently, but that’s probably because my manhood’s been questioned more times than alex trebek.

ZING!

things daniel wants to do before he dies young:

1. take a road trip
2. make a road trip movie
3. write a road trip song

say goodbye to #3! it’s called “60 car lengths”

on another note, who’s up for knocking #1 off this weekend? sorry, i have plans…

lyrics below if you can’t keep up…
(more…)

dear godfather, parts I and II,

questions:

i don’t like robert duvall, but i like what he is that he mocks. why is that?

couldn’t al pacino get through at least one conversation with a woman without proposing to her?

bruno kirby?

your prompt response is requested.

<3,
anthony

i know now that heaven exists,
but it’s not that wacko place in the clouds
that we’ve already talked about.
heaven is retirement.

it’s paying off your house
and driving around the country
with a woman that you’ve loved
for most of your life.

sucks.