Comments on: headed west

By: Rolston

Rolston — Sat, 18 Aug 2007 17:39:46 +0000

I appreciate your business, but the return policy on that organ is up my friend…
thanks for writing me, your story really makes me happy. Have you found a good junk shop in Oregon to help you through the rainy days?

By: Andrew Hager

Andrew Hager — Sat, 18 Aug 2007 09:55:50 +0000

Ok, very strange coincidence. I was born in Portsmouth, grew up 20 minutes away in Maine, and used to go to your junk shop.
I even traded some stuff with you I think. I remember buying a really annoying little organ from you. The thing I remember best was
that you had a costume from one of the Star Trek movies I think. Anyway, this isn’t the coincidence. The coincidence is that I live in
Portland Oregon now, and for the 3 years I’ve lived here I’ve wondered why its so familiar to me when I see bumper stickers for
“The Mystery Spot” in Santa Cruz, then tonight I THOUGHT I had an epiphany. See, I never knew about the REAL Mystery Spot, and thought
that all those stickers were for your shop. I remeber your junk shop just disapearing one day and someone telling me that you’d moved
to California. So I tracked down a friend here in Portland who’s from Santa Cruz and I was asking her all about “The Mystery Spot”
and she was very confused about me thinking that it was just a junk shop. So I came home just now and googled “Mystery Spot California,
Portsmouth” and up came this blog post written just monthes ago. Sometimes I love living in the 20th century.

By: Rolston

Rolston — Thu, 02 Aug 2007 22:18:50 +0000

that’s not what my guidance counselor said…

By: nate

nate — Thu, 02 Aug 2007 21:59:35 +0000

Henry Miller wasn’t published until his mid forties, and couldn’t write for shit until he was forty-three. The moral of this story? Fuck more whores, always.

By: oggy bleacher

oggy bleacher — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 04:12:16 +0000

Is this the Gay men’s chatroom?
I was hoping to get a sloppy text blowjob.
“Is it hard yet?”

I think it’s kind of funny that Jon reached the conclusion to quit his job to be junk merchant because he had become nostalgic for the impoverished life he led while being a junk merchant. I mean, why not be like me and decide, once and for all, that you are going to be a Rock & Roll star before you’re 40. See? Keep your dreams within reach…be reasonable.

You want to make a ton of money then write me a fucking 90 page romantic comedy. Or really market some songs. Write a top 40 song, record it and market it. OR start a literary zine. Be the next Ginzburg or Ferlinghetti.

The truth is, Jon, you’re giving away good stuff here for free. Your problem isn’t talent, it’s marketing. Even a whore gets paid. You’ve got to market yourself and get paid for sucking cock. Sure, you don’t have to feel pressured to produce, but you’re still giving it all away. I wish I was in a position to offer you a staff writing job, and you’ll be tops on the list of developers if I ever get to that point, but we have to make our breaks now. You ain’t gonna find a basket of $100 bills inside a cracked ’50s cookie jar you buy at an estate sale. You’d make more money by writing a solid script about a junk merchant than by actually being a junk merchant. IN fact, why the fuck don’t you come down here to L.A. and move into my room. We’ll split the rent, start a rock bank, write a fucking script and then buy our own estate. $400 gets you in the door. I need a writing partner anyway.

By: Lyle_S

Lyle_S — Mon, 16 Jul 2007 04:53:33 +0000

Perhaps what you seek can be found in the Midwest? Let’s start a farm!

By: Al

Al — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 22:37:07 +0000

As i sit here responding via our phone, i realize that i too have recently asked myself those same questions. Sorry bud i do not have the answers either. But i do check myself every year. I get a little older every year.

By: Rolston

Rolston — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 03:45:38 +0000

Yes, I gave up on science tricks after that. You’re 35, but you’re also retired. takes the sting out of it.

By: J landry

J landry — Thu, 12 Jul 2007 02:40:24 +0000

Quit your bitchin’ about being 34, shit I turn 35 in a 16 days. Have a laugh on me…..remember when we filled up the soda bottle with water and tried to bang the bottom out and we blasted a hole through your bathroom sink.

cheers, cowboy.