[ Saturday, October 23, 2004 ]
PLASTERED. ohmygodthissongisamazing.. amazing for the moment, at least. jad fair and daniel johnston doing 'tomorrow never knows'... hopefully there is enuf sobriety in my system to add it to the zero return radio.. fucking AMAZING!!!!good night at the cambie...
anyways... the salacious boring bit, had some kinda nasty girl's hand up my thigh, and i guess mine up her's , but... kinda boring, but it eased the lonliness, but, ... i'm glad it didn't go further. not the kind of creature i'd be proud to see outside the bar of which we met.
did meet some pretty cool folks, well, the only one i remember was robert, some fine arts ubc student of scottish extraction... pretty cool bloke, hopefully he comes out to attempt strange sounds and rock & roll at arc's place soonish. maybe not this week but next. whatever. sound fellow.
two things.... WEEN is rad. and DANIEL JOHNSTON is rad.
i guess there are a lot of acts whom ist raddd, but, those are the tops. at least, amongst the tops.yeah. .... did i mention i was a bit smershedd? very smershed. quote bob dylan "i've got this head full of ideas that are driving me insane"...
there's this leonard cohen line, too, which has mad resonance, all the time, umm (i'll look it up to get it right) ".... Well I guess that these heroes must always live, where you and I have only been"... and listening to really great music, i deeply understand that statement... listening to the Jerry Garcia Band, listening to Daniel Johnston
damn... who knew generic mac&cheese was so hazardous!!!
so yeah, jerk flavoured sardineys, going in the kd, ... but! the motherfucking key to the can broke off, and, yeah.., i'm all hammering that bastard punk with a fork, BROKE A FORK, didn't open... started pounding that motherfucking sardine can with a ball pein hammer, WOULD NOT OPEN... so, i ended up grabbing this knife, and hammering the knife into the can... that got things going...
but...
that also got my thumb cut... strange edges opened, and, well, my thumb found those edges... big red drops oozing out, dripping. nasty! desperate search for a band aid! haven't needed a band aid in fucking years, i don't know how long. but, i needed one tonight, and it took me a fucking time to fine one. probably dropped a lot of drops of blood that i wont find out about for days. ... and DAG, that jerk fucking sauce on those blood cost sardineys is HOT!!
HAAAWT!!
yeah.
so i was ready to knife this motherfucker when i was leaving the cambie... rreeeedickulous!!! ... well... i have the presence of mind not to spout the part of the mind that screams "allright, boy, you want to talk shit, come over here and get your shit fucked up beyond belief, otherwise,shut the fuck up"...
its strange, being a man. other, less developed (mentally, emotionally) men so often want to start weird shit. well, i try to keep myself ready and in some very minor way 'armed' because one never knows what kind of shit stupid idiots are going to try to pull... one HAS to be ready to defend one's self, because, should it get heavy, don't expect anyone to have your back but you... that is why i'm glad my sweet friend the bear is taking kickboxing... not that i ever want her to have to attempt a kickbox on some asshole trying some bullshit... but, if you think you have some edge, some edge above a person who has NO edge, well, what you believe gets projected, i mean, if you think you are """bad""" or invulnerable, or at the very least defended and not anything like a victim, that message gets sent out from you, it radiates in waves as you walk down the street....
... and as this track kicks in, i realise that i need to get my tv on the radio ticket. ! yeah! that is a good band. good bacon. make me a sandwich. ... fuck i'm drunk!!! crikey. ...
i'm calling this post quits before it gets retarded... more or less quits. a few salient points first. ... ,done my screenprinting job lather rinse repeat bend put down twist pick up job. .. it wasn't really that bad. but only a sucker works for min wage. fuck that. get out!! but, i was actually starting to like it, and i think i probably could've learned a lot of cool stuff there... but...
well,, basically, my ex-job would be a pretty cool job (sort of , but not really) for somebody just finishing high school... but, i'm TWENTY SEVEN. ... too old to work at an assmunch job for min wage... for long, anyways. but, it was okay... and i learned some cool things, mostly intangible...
to start,well... i grew up in a VERY white place... very white.. and, the whiteness has mostly followed me through life, not entirely, of course i mean, i'm not part of the aryan nation or anything fucked up!!! but... anyways., it was interesting working with cambodians, well, working with people of a different culture, anyways,a non european culture... those guys love playing cards, i tell you! good fun, fun playing cards with 'em... they were cool guys too, but, it was hard working with them a lot of the time... the language barrier, i mean, even though there was undestanding, it was difficult sometimes... and it was an interesting and grounding experience to be in the minority for a change. anyway, they were pretty good guys, as far as i could tell.. the whole social/gender thing of it all was weird and interesting too... i'll have to post about that some other time... cuz i'm plastered and i can't type anymore...
peace out to my dawgies.,
w.
in 8 hours (ish) we become SCREEN PRINTING GODS..
Escaper [10/23/2004 05:05:00 AM]
Comments:
your poor thumb has been through so much, i hope it is okay. and i like sardines, although have never considered mixing them w/ kd
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