My House
Created 8/23/97
Updated 2/15/98
Moved
Etc.
Well Frank
settled down in the Valley
and he hung
his wild years
on a nail that
he drove through
his wife's
forehead
he sold used
office furniture
out there on
San Fernando Road
and assumed
a $30,000 loan
at 15 1/4%
and put down a payment
on a little
two bedroom place
his wife was
a spent piece of used jet trash
made good bloody
marys
kept her mouth
shut most of the time
and had a little
Chihuahua named Carlos
that had some
kind of a skin disease
and was totally
blind. They had a
thoroughly
modern kitchen
self-cleaning
oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove
a little sedan
they were so
happy
One night Frank
was on his way home
from work,
stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a
couple of Mickey's Big Mouths
drank 'em in
the car on his way
to the Shell
station, he got a gallon of
gas in a can,
drove home, doused
everything
in the house, torched it,
parked across
the street, laughing,
watching it
burn, all Halloween
orange and
chimney red then
Frank put on
a top forty station
got on the
Hollywood Freeway
headed north
Never could
stand that dog
Tom Waits
'Frank's Wild Years'
Eh? I know you,
Sylvester? Yeah, Frank's over in that corner nursing a bottle of
bourbon. But watch out, he's passing out wolf tickets and a wooden
kimono wouldn't look too good with that mohair vest. What's that?
Yeah, I guess we all are. Ehhh, give it a name.
So sit down for
a spell, have a drink or a smoke, if that's your thing, relax and just
listen. No, hear. There's a difference you know.
I'm Andrew, and I've created these pages to... well, acually,
I don't know why. But, since I already did, feel free to explore
the little scraps that I've put up here. Mostly, I guess this is
just a showcase for the things that I've written that I think are worth
reading. I've also got some links to other things that might be of
interest.
When you're done looking at all of my
crap, mail me with your comments, questions, and suggestions.
It'll make my day.
