The Haiku Jukebox

I had planned to make a haiku with weird photos I found by googling random things, but then I came across this, and it is a found haiku! (Note: the syllables work if it is read as "five to seven".) I just couldn't pass it up. It came from the Calufornia State U. Health Department.

I'll probably still make a haiku from the other random pics, but it'll wait til Thursday.

~Juke out

Family troubles caused me to miss a week, but I'm getting back on this.

This haiku was inspired by something I read in the news. Pretty friggin crazy.

Another spot of weirdness is that last night I actually dreamed about composing a haiku. I then dreamt that I woke up and wrote down the haiku. All just dreams though, no haiku in my notebook in the morning. Dammit.

I'm coming back. I'm hoping to get these up regularly, but I'm not going to promise anything. I'm gonna shoot for at least twice a week. I think I can do that.

Since I missed Monday, you all get the amazing luck of having the jukebox roll two days in a row (with a third coming tomorrow.) Don't you wish life could always be this good?

**Note** I just looked at this strip and it looks like I fucked it up a bit. I meant to make it easier to read the "LIVESTRONG" on the wristband. Maybe I'll fix it up at some point, maybe not. Fuck it, I'm lazy right now.

Twice this summer I've gotten housed on 40s and both times were good... mostly. There are a couple parts that only the closest of my friends will ever know. 40s aren't the easiest thing to come by in this town. I think there are only 2 stores that carry them. One being the store I work at, which has lead one of my co-workers to think I drink a lot more than I do.

The key to drinking a 40 is, of course, pouring one for your lost homies (yes, I revel in my overwhelming whiteness.) The last time I bought 40s, I promised my co-worker Lexi that I'd pour one for her. The problem came in that we were drinking at a friend's house, with not so many great pouring spots. But, I was drunk, so I had no problem spilling a bit on the floor (sorry Jim) in order to fulfill my promise.

Heh, good times.