Strangely, I wasn't all that mad about the fact that I was shot to death by the police. I was simply rather discontent about the whole being dead thing, and rather disturbed that I was still walking around and talking to people, waiting to fade away.
I'm very pleased that a deejay with a decent sense of irony played a house party I attended in West Oakland last night; she played this immediately before this. Both songs prove that T-Pain really doesn't take himself too seriously, as though that weren't obvious enough from this SNL Digital Short/Lonely Island "hit":
"Never thought I'd be on a boat
It's a big blue watery road
Poseidon, look at me!
Never thought I'd see the day
When a big boat comin' my way
Believe me when I say
I fucked a mermaid!"
My reading at Writers With Drinks went well last night. It's been a while since I've read fiction, but I actually was inspired yesterday to work on some of the short pieces I've rescued from an aborted novel. I may post one that I read last night later on.