[ Wednesday, December 11, 2002 ]
goddamn... woken up this morning at two a.m.... the people next door were fighting, they sounded drugged or something, and they were on their porch, which is practically right outside our window. It was one of those things... I was in such a deep sleep that when I woke up I had no idea what was going on, or what time it was, or anything... I looked at the clock, and I couldn't believe the time, i figured that there must've been a power outage or something, because it really felt like seven a.m, or something... aside from the pitch black, i guess. Fuck... and they just kept screaming. 'go on julia, hit me again, go on...' "GET OUT OF MY NEIGHBOURHOOD, MARK!! FUCK OFF, FUCK RIGHT OFF!! GIVE ME BACK THE KEYS TO MY HOUSE!!! WHERE'VE YOU BEEN, DOING COCAINE, DRINKING??GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE... "good times... so we called 9-11, because it seemed really weird, like, i half expected him to just start beating the shit out of her or something... fuck... well, zuzu called, i was way too passed out, and trying like a damn to sleep. fuck i hate having to get up in the morning, before seven!! damn. and for once i got to bed early. Well, Julia or whatever her name is eventually went inside, and her boyfriend and some other dude took off in their car. fuck. and the cops called back like, twice... didn't they know it was 2 a.m. and we were trying to sleep?? okay, thanks for telling us she didn't answer the door. like we didn't hear you knocking right the fuck next to our window. anyways. i think i doth protest too much. but it was a bit much.
on a related note, the folks over there used to have these two pitbulls, which were barking all the fucking time, and now I never ever hear them. where did they go, where did they disappear to? curious.
so, we had a good jam last night. I don't know what we're going to do for the show, though... it seems to get more confused all the time. like, i had a kindof a vision for it, but i don't think it'll be anything like that in the end. but that is probably okay. its a fucking good thing that we have untill the end of january to prepare.
i guess i should do some actual work for a while.. working on the movie later tonight... tentatively titled "ghetto laser twenty seventeen"
GL2017. indeed.
fuck, my brain aches. too much staring at the stupid screen.
Escaper [12/11/2002 01:24:00 PM]
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