light up the niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight

askladywily replied to your post: okay

Brando died fat and drunk. Just like you will.

ROBOTS CAN’T GET FAT

also other you replaced my liver

can’t get alcohol poisoning if you don’t have a liver

lets get one thing straight

i aint cute

cute is like

small fluffy animal

stuff

girl i dont care how drunk you are its like

handsome

or rugged

or badass

or marlon brando

kay

(light she’s really wasted idefk)

(she got into my stash)

(is this what its like for everyone else)

askthegirlinthebar:

AAAARRRRRGGGHHHHH

dear anon jackass

do you always annoy people about their private li— wait yes

hey how’s this

i pour you a nice glass

of shut the fuck up

before i decide arbitrarily that light didn’t get out all the junk code from the cybernetic implants

and spontaneously punch your face clean off

askthegooddoctor:

…So you both know, you always have a home here. If you want it. I understand why you need to leave, but… I’ll still be here.

You both stay safe, alright?

(And Joe, I can fix up your bike.)

… thanks man

askthegirlinthebar:

wha-YES. YES YOU CA-

…..

ahem

Yeah I uh, guess you can stay if you want or whatever. Yeah I could uh, use some muscle…or whatever it is you’ve got now I guess, until I figure out what the game plan is.

…

right uh

okay cool

(hey yo udont’ know anything about how to repair bikes btw this one prolly needs some help)

askthegooddoctor:

askdrunkjoe replied to your post: Do you have a favorite record?

shit i know that tune by heart, i can play it on the guitar.

…Heh. I’d imagine if anyone would know it it’d be you, Joe.

Mind playing it for me?

sure thing doc

sure thing

askthegirlinthebar:

I think I found a place

it smells like shit and there’s broken glass everywhere but it’s something

far away from eyes and ears

I can fix it up

I can start again

I’ve made peace with the past

I’m never going to know what happened or why, probably until it’s too late

it’s time to move on

it was fun though

maybe just one more night

one more night?

girl that’s what they all say

one more turns into four turns into seven turns into years

come on

i’ll get your stuff and clean the place up for you

metal in my arms has to be good for something, right? 

i always wanted to get out of this town

point the bike south or west

and just ride

maybe head down to texas 

austin

do what everyone who hits austin does: get a beat up six string and play the blues in every bar 

maybe start a sandwich shop

chicken sandwiches

or better: ride out even further, to the sunset

get to san jose 

was a time when i wanted to go to LA and do the movies thing, do stunts and get myself almost killed every day to make films

but man san jose seems more my speed these days

jesus fuck

when did i become an old man? sorta anyway

when did i lose that fire? 

maybe when the whole city kept burning

Anonymous asked: Hey Joe. Your last few posts seem awful tired. Not in body, up in the spirit. You got any fight left in you?

…

it’s hard to fight when you kind of died

it’s hard to fight when some bastard came in and cut you open and replaced most of you with the same shit you were trying to fight the whole time

it’s hard to fight when you take your bike out 

and you ride down the streets and see that yeah

that guy? wily’s top lieutenant? the leader of the army? that asshole?

he’s right

it’s worthless if you’re the only one fighting

but i’m no leader

i don’t know any way to rally them at all 

Anonymous asked: Hey, Joe. Tell me about your first drinking escapade.

throw up on everyone’s shoes

rant about how we need to do something about wily

while everyone else was sucking face and getting high