His Mortal Consternation

my darling nikki,
so sorry for being such a horrible stick in the mud this past weekend.
i realize now what a frightful impact my bad temper can be to your sunny disposition.
i certainly don’t want you dragged through the muck and mire of my mortal consternation.

today is a new day so please enjoy the peace and quiet
and focus on the good and amazing
play your bass, sing a song and have a laugh by the sea in fantastic venice beach california.
we are so lucky to be so awesome.
i can’t wait to see your smiling face again.
i love you with all of my heart + soul
love sean

So, I think I went to Hell.

This is deLUXE.
So, I think I might have died and gone to hell without realizing it because I find myself living in a shitty apartment building with a bunch of corny cockknuckles emanating all manner of douchebaggery. And what’s more, the building is designed like melrose place or a cheap motel, so that everyone’s living room faces each other and opens outside to a delightful courtyard. That way I can hear all the intimate details of the world’s shittiest people as if they’re right here in my apartment with me.

I’ll spare you boring details, but I wanted to let you know that today I awoke to someone “playing” the Recorder outside of my bedroom window – only to go to my front room and hear someone in my building playing the UKELELE.

The UKELELE of all the the twee, precious, god-awful things! With few exceptions.
The Recorder: “A differently abled Flute”.
These two – I’m gonna say instruments – are the bane of my aural existence. So getting one of these sounds from the front and the other from the back, is some sort of sadistic fuck train that got me to thinkin… Hmmmm? Am I in hell? I mean, I dont’t hear any midwestern transplants trying to play african drums while walking at the same time, so I’m not sure. But I think, at the very least, I’m in a really low rent purgatory. God. Help. Me.