Basketball Diaries #157

I'm done with these shoes, 1/7/12

I was getting the ball on quick cuts to the hoop—and occasionally taking it to the hoop myself. But I was bobbling the passes or missing the shot every time. This was at the inaugural game at our new gym in Wedgwood.

The one time I scored on a drive (during the fourth or fifth game), V. said, "About time."

I agree. About god damn time. I'm playing lousy.

I tried to buy new shoes on Friday after work walking home up Pike with Johnny Rotten, but Sneaker City was closed. I managed to buy some new shoes on Saturday afternoon—after the game—at the used clothing store on Broadway.





Later that night, after getting some work done at my apt. with Johnny Rotten, I walked over to K. Kid's friends' apt. where we made vegan pizzas, listened to Elton John's Greatest Hits, John Lennon & Yoko Ono's Double Fantasy, the Kinks' Village Green Preservation Society, and Queen's A Night at the Opera (all on vinyl) and drank wine and played Pictionary.

We were over there the night before too for dinner and wine and more vinyl LPs—Elvis Costello's My Aim is True, Billy Joel's the Stranger, and Meatloaf's Bat Out of Hell.