7/02/03

32k and Crabby

Here I am stuck on a plane bound for NYC, it seems the perfect chance to catch up on the last week or so, work , work and more work, I am convinced that Ian's new album should be titled"Arbeit Mach Frei" (work will set you free) for the relentless schedule that he has been keeping me on.

I got frustrated trying to type when the distance from the back of the seat in front of me and the back of my own seat is exactly one cubit, (the distance from elbow to fingertips of the king currently in power, who of course is sitting in first class from Seattle to NYC, notice, direct flight) where the distance between seats is at least 3 cubits, so here I am sitting in the baggage claim area waiting for him, so he can show up an hour later than expected, which already means I have been sitting here for 2 hrs and now for 3 so he can show up with cell phone attached to ear explaining to anyone out there in telephone land that his career has influenced the likes of Jesus and Jeff Buckley (both dead, and not telling) and hopping into a car as Chris Searles (chauffeur) drives us into the city so the King can go Drinking (business meeting) with his buddies, and bitch to Me (gimp) the next day that his voice is tired from recycled airline air (drinking) and it only takes 2 hrs to get from NYC to Boston (3.5) so he can get 1.5 hrs of extra sleep ...

I need a break, but that isn't going to happen until I drive the van to Seattle and then all over the west. So ladies and gentleman if you happen to see me out there in Ianland, pound my head like a tv on the fritz so i wake up and realize that there are more important things out there than this.

C.D.

Edited by The Chauffeur