carlito's way? who the frig is carlito?

what the eff?

i covered em's ass today at work, and remarkably it was awesome. i was kept busy, asked the wizard lots of questions, and generally the day blew by pretty quickly. so then i made some rice pasta and broccoli wirh pesto, artichoke hearts, olives and mushrooms, drank some of the Bowel-T that i formulated, wrote, and got poised to watch Carlito's Way-- a film I've been meaning to see since getting in an argument about it with Michael Rushton in grade 9. and it was worth waiting for-- just like losing my virginity.

then late late, i hooked up with crm, and in lieu of watching Hellraiser (which i may or may not have seen in grade 9, but'd be a doughhole for not remembering apparently)-- because the disc was scratched, we chilled avec la soir, in the froid noir (acadie 400!), and i again got a tour of some of the favourite drinking, smoking, vandalising and tit-feeling hotspots of a central-halifax youth. i wish in many ways i had been as devious. oh yeah, in many ways i had.

and then, on to an old classic: windsor street sobey's-- for some choice yums. tonight: a package of inari (which i ate while chris was retrieving his marvin the martian fig and mini magnetic strobe light from their respective vending machines), a bag of what i envisioned would be natural hickory sticks, but were natural bbq chip-flavoured hickory stick look alikes, and a package of veggie bacon. and on the way back home, a 28 (say) yr-old woman who was destined for the drunk tank, harassed us to call the cops for her because someone locked her out of her house. a guy or something. she fell on her face and she lost her spectacles. and then she made one of herself. and we gave her a quarter, and she didn't want it, and two cop cars went to her rescue (so she thought). and here i am, and now i've had a waffle (with real cumberland county maple syrup-- thanks, uncle jack) and soymilk and found kelsey online who i haven't spoken to in a year since she's been in australia. and what a time. and i miss her. and she comforts me. and why the FUCK am i not in bed? it's probably carlito's way.