last night, etc
i feel awful. this order of booze should be avoided:
24 oz bud, 1 shot wild turkey, 40 oz old-e, 2 vodka and tonics, 1/2 gin and tonic, 1 shot wild turkey, 32 oz old style.
last night i tried to go to some punk house show. since ive been gone a healthy colony of minipunks has sprouted and ive been excited to see what they were up to. marynia and i tried to go, but went to the right address in a different town. it was lots of walking back to the other town. we were checking out the house the show was supposed to be at, but all we saw through the window was some guy looking at a tv while eating food and petting his dog. assuming we just had it all wrong, it was time to sit in a parking lot behind this house and drink the now warm 40s we had been lugging around for the last 7 miles. some dude comes out the back of the house to take out the trash. m. tells him he is having a punk show at his house. he looked really guilty and said it was canceled, but didnt seem upset about it. m. and i werent really either. i really appreciate having a friend who is a master in the art of fucking shit up while walking down the street (or sitting in the street). m. and i are going to take over this town. plans have been made. now, we only have to wait for the right moment to trigger our avalanche of awesome.
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i think i found a place to live, if i can let myself do it. there is a little house renting for 375. it has a porch, a fenced in yard for my dog, and a shed full of tools for tooling. im not sure why im having such a hard time just going for it. i always wanted to be a little more like mr. rogers. i could have a whole house to myself? i just cant wrap my head around that.
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things i miss about new york:
certain people, the bbg, rivers, coney.
i miss the same things i missed even when i was in the city. i reckoned there would be some kind of surprise...guess not.
24 oz bud, 1 shot wild turkey, 40 oz old-e, 2 vodka and tonics, 1/2 gin and tonic, 1 shot wild turkey, 32 oz old style.
last night i tried to go to some punk house show. since ive been gone a healthy colony of minipunks has sprouted and ive been excited to see what they were up to. marynia and i tried to go, but went to the right address in a different town. it was lots of walking back to the other town. we were checking out the house the show was supposed to be at, but all we saw through the window was some guy looking at a tv while eating food and petting his dog. assuming we just had it all wrong, it was time to sit in a parking lot behind this house and drink the now warm 40s we had been lugging around for the last 7 miles. some dude comes out the back of the house to take out the trash. m. tells him he is having a punk show at his house. he looked really guilty and said it was canceled, but didnt seem upset about it. m. and i werent really either. i really appreciate having a friend who is a master in the art of fucking shit up while walking down the street (or sitting in the street). m. and i are going to take over this town. plans have been made. now, we only have to wait for the right moment to trigger our avalanche of awesome.
* * *
i think i found a place to live, if i can let myself do it. there is a little house renting for 375. it has a porch, a fenced in yard for my dog, and a shed full of tools for tooling. im not sure why im having such a hard time just going for it. i always wanted to be a little more like mr. rogers. i could have a whole house to myself? i just cant wrap my head around that.
* * *
things i miss about new york:
certain people, the bbg, rivers, coney.
i miss the same things i missed even when i was in the city. i reckoned there would be some kind of surprise...guess not.