Sunday, July 14, 2013

It's the thing to do?

For lack of a better name, you can call me Z.  I reside somewhere in the Rust Belt, in a well-known city on the western end of Pennsylvania.  I am an experiment that washed up on the banks of the Monongahela River sometime in the early 80's, to no great fanfare. 

I mean, I'm sure the scientists are still looking for me, but that's beside the point.

This is the Facebook post that I made a few weeks ago:

Thinking of starting a proper blog. Topics will include 'Life of a disenchanted nihilist from a busted-ass mill town somewhere in the rust belt', 'Non sequitur greatest hits', and 'Why did I eat that?' - it's bound to be... something.

 And this is the blog that followed.  I've had the account for a while, but only used it as a means to try to trade Julian Cope bootlegs through, as you can see.  

I'd like to regale all of you with a telling of one of my many misadventures, misconstrued by the ravages of time and booze, but it's 4:00 in the fucking morning.