david, chorps, ryan, and jason
we crack each other up walking out of the show
the product of who knows how long of an endeavor, and we
reduce it to our alignments of allegiances, our exacting judgements.
yes and no, art and not art, affecting and affected.
driving home with plans to assemble the perfect night
with perfect beautiful people, filled with top shelf tequila and fresh lime juice
and cointreau over ice for the perfect margarita, enjoying our lives
on these sweltering nights. we get back home, people come and go. ryan turns up the music
and says, you know i honestly came because i was excited to share this with you,
chorps tells me in the other room, i am so excited, this is what i imagine
in my head when i think of music, this is what i hear, this is what i want
music to be, this is exactly what i want right now. and it's every song
from our lives, it's all of the songs from the last thirty years
sampled and pulsing to synchronize all of us, while we talk in step.
okay! everyone has to be squeezing limes. you can squeeze while you talk.
it's like in jamestown. didn't what's his name have that rule? john smith or john rolfe or someone,
"you don't squeeze limes, you don't drink margaritas." ole john rolfe loved his margaritas.
they'd tell him, "john. please, can't we just grow corn or cattle or something,
we're not going to make it through the winter." but he proved them wrong
with the advent of the frozen margarita. like manna from the heavens, thanks be to god.
god do you know this girl who works at crooks corner
it's like that terrible song, and i know this is awful, but she's actually
so fine she blows my mind AND HER NAME IS MIKKI. spelled m i k k i.
they don't spell it in the song, do they? i could see them doing that and clapping
or something, like bingo or whatever the fuck. i mean hear, not see. so i want to tell her,
would you like me to give you free things because you're gorgeous and i'm infatuated
with you? hey mikki! clap clap. but i wouldn't do that. well i give hot girls free shit all the time.
sure, but i'm not talking about that, i'm essentially trying to tell her that i want her
without telling her that. like in a nonthreatening way. but she'd see right through it.
yeah, people tend to see through that kind of thing. oh but mariana is so beautiful
but you won't think she is because she has a big forehead. wait, wait what are we
talking about? talkin about bitch got a big forehead. you know she's very sweet, you shouldn't-
look, i'm sure she's very sweet, but i'm just saying she's got a big forehead, does she or
does she not? you just shouldn't talk about women like that. it's not a matter of
words being offensive, but about them being historically oppressive words.
well i don't assemble my vocabulary against historical precedent, alright!
i think it's alright, it's just, i think it's pretty strong. it's not that limey. well
i like mine. i think you're fine, don't listen to that. it's just a little heavy. i'm
just a little moody. don't listen to me. i guess i just miss her. i think i'm just sick.
i've been pretty stressed. i don't want to hear this. i just wish she'd call back. i wish
she'd just answer her phone one time, once. you try calling her, maybe she wants to
talk to you, i don't know. i haven't been up to much these days. i want to send him
an email though, because that was one of the best shows i've seen in a long time.
i should tell him i thoroughly enjoyed it, because i mean it. and this guy who makes
this photography magazine. no, i'm serious, look at it. so good. every issue is packed with
the best work you've seen. i want to tell him to never compromise his standards,
because he's the best thing out there, in this industry of low expectations,
i just hope he realizes, i hope he takes himself seriously, i just want him to know,
you know? so he says things that agitate me, and i frame it like that, like he's doing these things,
but it's not his fault, it's nothing he can do or not do, but something
inside us miles down that has an abrasive friction, and we are addicted to our conflict,
we play chess and we arm-wrestle and we talk over each other because
we want to ANNIHILATE each other. i want to erase his kind from the earth some days.
i want him to feel defeat. and i love him and he's my friend, and it's just his tone sometime and
his eyes, and the way he can take solace in things that i can't and i hate him for acting
strong when i can smell his fear. i want him to act afraid. i want him to fear me and life,
and quit mourning your life, because no one's going to cry for me. i could rip into him
with some hard words, but you can't live like that, that stuff is poisonous.
i am never touching tequila again. why do you make statements like that,
just have some. no man, i can't, david, explain for me. dude, he's got a really strong sense memory
associated with that. this isn't even about tequila or getting fucked up or anything like that. this is about
quality ingredients. this is about good tastes and sharing some baller libations with friends.
this is about being YOUNG and being ALIVE in the summer. this is what life is.
no man, it's a really strong sense memory. you've gotta have things like that.
that's why vomiting is so contagious. it's such a sharp smell that we're not desensitized to.
i just think you shouldn't make the decisions that lead you to this. i just think
you're depriving yourself of something amazing. are you really never going to have
tequila for the rest of your life? how long're you going to hold this up?
i am never touching tequila for the rest of my life.
the product of who knows how long of an endeavor, and we
reduce it to our alignments of allegiances, our exacting judgements.
yes and no, art and not art, affecting and affected.
driving home with plans to assemble the perfect night
with perfect beautiful people, filled with top shelf tequila and fresh lime juice
and cointreau over ice for the perfect margarita, enjoying our lives
on these sweltering nights. we get back home, people come and go. ryan turns up the music
and says, you know i honestly came because i was excited to share this with you,
chorps tells me in the other room, i am so excited, this is what i imagine
in my head when i think of music, this is what i hear, this is what i want
music to be, this is exactly what i want right now. and it's every song
from our lives, it's all of the songs from the last thirty years
sampled and pulsing to synchronize all of us, while we talk in step.
okay! everyone has to be squeezing limes. you can squeeze while you talk.
it's like in jamestown. didn't what's his name have that rule? john smith or john rolfe or someone,
"you don't squeeze limes, you don't drink margaritas." ole john rolfe loved his margaritas.
they'd tell him, "john. please, can't we just grow corn or cattle or something,
we're not going to make it through the winter." but he proved them wrong
with the advent of the frozen margarita. like manna from the heavens, thanks be to god.
god do you know this girl who works at crooks corner
it's like that terrible song, and i know this is awful, but she's actually
so fine she blows my mind AND HER NAME IS MIKKI. spelled m i k k i.
they don't spell it in the song, do they? i could see them doing that and clapping
or something, like bingo or whatever the fuck. i mean hear, not see. so i want to tell her,
would you like me to give you free things because you're gorgeous and i'm infatuated
with you? hey mikki! clap clap. but i wouldn't do that. well i give hot girls free shit all the time.
sure, but i'm not talking about that, i'm essentially trying to tell her that i want her
without telling her that. like in a nonthreatening way. but she'd see right through it.
yeah, people tend to see through that kind of thing. oh but mariana is so beautiful
but you won't think she is because she has a big forehead. wait, wait what are we
talking about? talkin about bitch got a big forehead. you know she's very sweet, you shouldn't-
look, i'm sure she's very sweet, but i'm just saying she's got a big forehead, does she or
does she not? you just shouldn't talk about women like that. it's not a matter of
words being offensive, but about them being historically oppressive words.
well i don't assemble my vocabulary against historical precedent, alright!
i think it's alright, it's just, i think it's pretty strong. it's not that limey. well
i like mine. i think you're fine, don't listen to that. it's just a little heavy. i'm
just a little moody. don't listen to me. i guess i just miss her. i think i'm just sick.
i've been pretty stressed. i don't want to hear this. i just wish she'd call back. i wish
she'd just answer her phone one time, once. you try calling her, maybe she wants to
talk to you, i don't know. i haven't been up to much these days. i want to send him
an email though, because that was one of the best shows i've seen in a long time.
i should tell him i thoroughly enjoyed it, because i mean it. and this guy who makes
this photography magazine. no, i'm serious, look at it. so good. every issue is packed with
the best work you've seen. i want to tell him to never compromise his standards,
because he's the best thing out there, in this industry of low expectations,
i just hope he realizes, i hope he takes himself seriously, i just want him to know,
you know? so he says things that agitate me, and i frame it like that, like he's doing these things,
but it's not his fault, it's nothing he can do or not do, but something
inside us miles down that has an abrasive friction, and we are addicted to our conflict,
we play chess and we arm-wrestle and we talk over each other because
we want to ANNIHILATE each other. i want to erase his kind from the earth some days.
i want him to feel defeat. and i love him and he's my friend, and it's just his tone sometime and
his eyes, and the way he can take solace in things that i can't and i hate him for acting
strong when i can smell his fear. i want him to act afraid. i want him to fear me and life,
and quit mourning your life, because no one's going to cry for me. i could rip into him
with some hard words, but you can't live like that, that stuff is poisonous.
i am never touching tequila again. why do you make statements like that,
just have some. no man, i can't, david, explain for me. dude, he's got a really strong sense memory
associated with that. this isn't even about tequila or getting fucked up or anything like that. this is about
quality ingredients. this is about good tastes and sharing some baller libations with friends.
this is about being YOUNG and being ALIVE in the summer. this is what life is.
no man, it's a really strong sense memory. you've gotta have things like that.
that's why vomiting is so contagious. it's such a sharp smell that we're not desensitized to.
i just think you shouldn't make the decisions that lead you to this. i just think
you're depriving yourself of something amazing. are you really never going to have
tequila for the rest of your life? how long're you going to hold this up?
i am never touching tequila for the rest of my life.