So I just got fired from yet another miserable waiting job. I told the boss what's on my mind. She didn't appreciate the disobediance. Apparently that 35 year-old skank, given her power, had me dangling by strings. She controlled my daily routine and income. Well, let the record show, I merely let her know what's up.

...plus, I was sick of her face.

I got all this free time on my hands...

Dear Dig,

So my name's Max and I live in Allston. After getting discharged from the Navy, (Guess I told them what was up) I started waiting tables back in CT, based from the folks' house. This, as you could imagine, got very old. Now I'm here. Whaddaya know.

Here, my buddy throws house shows in our basement a couple times a month, with great turnout. Who knew kids around here like free music?

I believe some of your crew has been here to cover a show. When our apartment turns make-shift venue, it is called the S.H.O.P. (...or the pancake house, to many).

I write to inform the masses.


-Max

Wow, I've been meaning to do that for a while... write to the dig...

I was inspired by my teacher at community college and honestly, I was attending one class just to keep me occupied during the winter. She always told me, "Fuck it, just try your luck...".

Well, over the years I've accumulated a few things...

...done lots of poetry, but I'm just about a year sober, it can be a dirty habit.

I've got some new shit, slightly more potent.

Well, here's a blog...

www.maxhrosenfeld.blogspot.com

It's mostly unedited bullshit from a while ago, but easy to type out a link in an e-mail... that picture was taken by a real-life rollingstone photographer. (I found it online while reading the review of the concert I was at. Neat, huh?)

I, assuming there is a living breathing soul on the other side of this particular chunk of cyberspace, could send you copies of the articles I wrote for bunker hill this year... I recently have found that I prefer to write with deadlines.

...Or better yet! Why not write back with a fiery inquiry. I, however, will forewarn that I do most of my research in the depths of my own bowels.



... and may heavenly mothers bless your holy souls.