Asshat on Hiatus

Yes world it's time for the Post Modern Light Bulb changer to take a vacation, so i'll slink off to some tropical little isle, drink Polar and Balashi beer, smoke Cuban cigars, sit on the beach and get sunburned, float around in the crystal blue sea, dress like Peter Hook in the U.S. version of the Regret video, gamble, eat well, hell sounds like paradise, now if only i was going with the Spaniard and the Limey it would be or maybe by myself would be nice, just sit and stare at the ocean and talk only to the voices in my tiny brain but alas that is not the case, so wish me luck in the casinos and on the airplanes and while i'm gone you should listen the National, say Alligator or Boxer, maybe Okkervil River's the Stage Names, hey why not Destroyer or the Hold Steady or better yet New Order and think of me doing my best Hooky imitation sans pony tail of course, read a book perhaps, possibly something from the Castle to Castle-North-Rigadoon trilogy by Celine or I Dream of Microwaves by Imad Rahman, or Pynchon or the shit new one by Irvine Welsh but enjoy people cuz isn't that what life's all about? i think? and by the way i neglected to go to either of the said Vote or Die shows but i did manage to get incredibly drunk Tuesday night while playing the Replacements over and over on the jukebox...