bucky_sinister silentbob He's this rad poet guy who i read in the outlaw bible of american poetry. this is "I Was With Her Long Enough To Change brands of Cigarettes" We had split a bottle of wine and a pint of rum before we went into the fair. It started with a kiss on the ferris wheel. I didn't know that actually happened until then. One of my favorite days of all time... Six months later I gave her money that she referred to as "fetus money." We were long over as a romantic couple. That day she listed why she hated me. I had told her that I was sorry and I said so again but those words can't take away a clumsy fuck. The way she talked to me it sounded like her mistakes never hurt anyone but herself. My mistakes have bad aim and always seem to hit those near me. She looked so young I felt so old I had driven another away or she'd changed or vise versa whatever it was it was done and I was tired of looking. 001126 ... steven wright "so i was riding the bus the other day, and when i got on i sat next to this beautiful blonde japanese girl who was just sitting there crying. I had to ask her: 'hey what's wrong?' and she said 'my shrink just told me that i'm a nymphomaniac, the problem is, i'm only attracted to jewish cowboys...thank's for asking,' she said, 'oh, and by the way, what's your name?' " 'bucky.' i said, 'bucky goldstein' " 001126 ... silentbob I remember really liking this poem, but now it is 20 years later I don't think it's aged well. 200315 ... unhinged (same happens to me bob; maybe we are just growing as people) 200318 what's it to you? who go blather from