Hello everybody. I’ll be driving all over Florida this week (visiting family near Orlando, hanging out with my fella in the Keys, doing a couple nights of Showgirls in Jacksonville) and so won’t be slogging with my usual regularity.

But I’ll be throwing stuff up here whenever I can, starting with the below essay, found on the sidewalk near Alder and 18th in Seattle’s Central District, and entitled “Drugs.” (The original was handwritten, with the writing too wonky to be scanned legibly, so please accept this typed transcription.)

DRUGS

Why I think drugs are important to me is because alot of familys do drugs like crazy. Weed and other drugs. People begin to not no themselfs they don’t pay attention to those children they don’t care about how they look. The drug I really want to talk about is crack. Doing this drug you begin to steel from people I know people who done crack and is on crack. What they told me is they began to see things they talk to theyselfs they steal from there family they just don’t care.

Think about it, people.

As Whitney says, “Crack is wack.” (And regular old coke can turn beauty and intelligence into dumb and ugly…)

In much better news: Art Brut! Not only are they the wittiest popsters this side of Saint Kanye, they’re coming to town….