From Sean Bonniwell's book Beyond the Garage:
"The remainder of the trip back to California was long, hot, and hard. I felt isolated from the stability of companionship. A zeal for metaphysics will continually sabotage normal conversation. One of the wives in David's band brought a platter of spaghetti to the recording studio, but vegetarians don't eat dead cow. They insisted I explain to them why, as they all sat down and began eagerly chomping away at what I had classified as 'karmic death' ...
The last brightly lit sign of civilization that I saw before turning onto the freeway was a Kentucky Fried Chicken neon. I couldn't help but smile at the irony of the sign's announcement. Most of the orange luminous letters had burned out, leaving only
-------- FRIED --ICK--
I was still laughing as I passed the sign and glanced in the rearview mirror. The reverse portion of the billboard had been struck by the hand of Murphy as well, indicating the true nature of my episode with David's band, his wife, and their barbaric menu. I couldn't believe my eyes, so I pulled off to the side of the road, got out of the bus, and stood gawking in awe-stricken disbelief at,
----UCKY FRIED --ICK--"
― Tim Ellison (Tim Ellison), Saturday, 18 June 2005 16:22 (twenty years ago)
two years pass...
go to paul's. a little out of the way for your lunch hour, but fuck 'em right?
― ian, Tuesday, 4 December 2007 17:17 (eighteen years ago)
i'm sorry i am not catering closely enough to your needs, perhaps you ought to ponder the difference between a message board and a chat room.
COCKSUCKER.
― ian, Tuesday, 4 December 2007 20:56 (eighteen years ago)
besides, ha ha you gotta be at work EARLY SUCKA.
― ian, Tuesday, 4 December 2007 20:57 (eighteen years ago)
hell, im heading to e village..i might just have to go to pauls now
― bb, Tuesday, 4 December 2007 21:47 (eighteen years ago)