From a recent, unpublished interview with me in Creative Spaces: A Psychogeographical Digest for the Working Artist (recently condemned by the University of Central Arkansas Press):

CS: So, where do you do most of your blogging these days? I guess you can sort of do it anywhere, right? So wild.

PBW: I recently developed this new game called PRIVATE HEAT. I use the wireless signal in the parking lot of the Community Bakery on North 7th and Main in Little Rock after hours. I try to see if I can get all my stuff done before my laptop battery runs out. The kicker is that I also drink a liter of seltzer and have a quart of homemade vegetable soup before leaving. Plus, I’m still sorta obsessed with my ex-girlfriend and my old boss always said I run a fuckload too many browser tabs–personal handicaps I’m trying to overcome.

CS: So it’s sort of like a battle between your mind, your body, and technology.

PBW: At least. I mean, those three things at least.

CS: How often do you win?

PBW (pretending he can’t hear): Sorry, what was the question?

From an interview conducted this morning between me and a guy in some band that was sleeping on our living room floor:

Mutton chops, too many band pins: What time is it?

PBW, white boxer shorts and a pink collared shirt: A little before 8.

MC, TMBP: Cool.

A minute later.

MC, TMBP (nervously): Hey, is there any toilet paper here?

PBW, WBSPCS: It’s always a problem here. I mean, your best bet is–do you want a cup of coffee?–go out and get a cup of coffee and use the bathroom. Sorry. There’s never any toilet paper here.

MC, TMBP: Yeah. Well, okay. Yeah, I guess that would be a good idea… yes (slowly closing the door)