Digital Death

So I killed myself off on MySpace the other day, and it felt pretty good. Ending a 4-year digital life for no good reason was really not as empty or hollow as they make it seem on TV, and I didn't even leave a note. I'm sure Tom is crushed.

This doesn't mean I'm any closer to joining Facebook, tho. I don't know if I can handle the level of addiction that seems to create. Most people I know barely have 2 minutes a day to themselves, but somehow manage to update their Facebook status while they're flying or showering or whatever... It's like digital crack. I'm staying away for now.

But if I do join that shit, it's gonna be on full Lurker terms. I'll be on there as Captain Caveman or something, just so I can drop in and see what everyone's doing unnoticed. Oh, and to see what kinda pictures they have posted. That's the only way to properly Lurk; you gotta check the pics.

Pookie's Alley

Someone was asking me the other day if I've found any human poo in my alley lately, and I realized it's been a while since I've even seen anyone lurking back there...

...now the streak is over, and with a vengeance. Last night I woke up (ok, went to bed) around 3 to the sound of dudes arguing. I peeked out the window (one eye looking out of the blinds, shut-in style) and saw two guys sitting on the steps, smoking crack. Sweet.

They left after a few minutes, maybe meeting up with Nino Brown.

It was full New Jack City rock-smoking, too. Skinny glass pipe and all. I bet this won't make it into the condo newsletter.