If there's a bustle in your Heathrow... Friday July 30, 2004 - heathrow airport

We're almost here. Does that make sense? After the hell that was getting
out of l.a. with the phone and me just generally going nuts, we're just
waiting to get to scotland.

The flight was fairly uneventful. I switched seats with a man who wanted
to sit next to his wife. I'd had a window seat, so I couldn't lean up
against it to sleep, but the good news is I sat next to a cranky german
man whose wife coughed all the time and he had the worst breath in the
world. The worst thing you could do around me is have shitty breath.
Then I'll hate you. forever. It's difficult to bounce back if you have
bad breath around me.

Everybody gots they gris gris.

I took a vicodin before we got on the flight. Then once we lifted off I
took another pill. I believe it was a valium. I had my headphones on
with the ipod set to shuffle, so I slept soundly, occasionally waking up
to the Frogs. I would laugh and go back to sleep.

It's warm here. This may be the last time that I write that sentence.
It's 77 farenheit. It is 8am in my head. But it's 4pm where I am so it's
4pm. Our flight departs in one hour.

i gots the tired. I'm glad to be here.

The equivelant of the tsa here seem polite because they have those cute
British accents. Maybe if the tsa hired brits in the u.s. I wouldn't
want to kill them so much. Yes, I said kill the tsa. Hmmm. See you in
the gulag, comrade.

I brought my bass. I'll be playing with the PC Cowboys. I don't know who
they are. I know they need a bassist. Maybe it'll work out. Provenz'
says it's good cross promotion.

I'm bleary from no sleep and drugs.

Coincidentaly, I'm reading "saying yes" by jacob sullum. Smart people
rule. So far the thing I've learned is from him exploding the gateway
drug myth. Saying that smoking pot leads to harder drug use is like
saying that tattoos lead to motorcycle riding. There is a crossover, but
it's hard to prove correlation. Perhaps people who like tattoos like
motorcycles. Something like that.

That's all.

We're in the third world. Prove me wrong.


  ¶ 2:40 PM