There used to be this great venue in Champaign called the Blind Pig. It was the scene in the early and mid nineties. Without it things just wouldnt be as good as they are or, for that matter, good at all. When I was 15 I saw my first show there, Hum, and had my first beer ever. It closed down years ago, but has reopened a block away as a classy ( Read more... )

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.

( here are some possibly dis-interesting thoughts )

things i wish i could do:

-give people a step by step plan on how to grow a spine

-show the dangers of false modesty

-speak well on the telephone

-distance myself from harmful people

-relearn/remember how i used to be able to organize people

but im not really wishing, im working on it.

everyone here is super nice. i feel like a big mean jerk-face.

( but, there are some good things too. )

trains are fun...unless the axle underneath you is is overheating, which is the same as threatening to melt and derail the car that youre in. im in mattoon illinois, a little late, but with a brief train story. im missing a lot of people. but only in that pre-miss kind of state where your brain decides to let the most brilliant moments youve had ( Read more... )

13 hours and counting. most of who i am is already gone. half the people i care about really dont seem to give a shit that im leaving. it seems they would prefer a postcard to a phone call anyway. on the other hand, a great number of friendships i have here never really matured. if i were staying im sure we would be the best of friends...but ( Read more... )

Ive been walking by this tarot card reader on the sidewalk every nice day since October. We chat all the time and today I mentioned that I was leaving. With this news she brought her $40 price down to $5. I gave in. She said I have a stifled artistic side, which is true. Then she said I have lots of energy which my friends suck out of me and ( Read more... )

So I'm leaving August 1st at 3:50 pm on the number 49 Lakeshore Express. 18 hours of great lakes outside the windows on the right. I know myself well enough to know that a good sunrise, a sunset, lakes, "chink...chun-chunk...", and a bottle of bourbon will make leaving pleasant. I think there will be a tribash (three parties in one (one for me ( Read more... )

im still going back to illinois. yesterday i watched my brother drive off with near all my earthly possessions and a few less tangible things. i still have everything that i need.

im scared about my new talent: giving up on people.

this livejournal medium thirsts for convention. everything is serious and true, but no one knows how close to read. this isnt written for you to read between the lines. if i have something to tell you, well, then i will.

im leaving new york for my first home in illinois on july 27th. this is set in stone.