Stand to the side!
I am still sick of fucking banjos. And the IWW song book can go have a huge pancake breakfast in the Pacific Northwest and stay there for all I care.
Anyway.
Denver is hot. Staph and Cellulitus(?) are going around. It's gross. (Maybe I'll make "Staph" my new traveling name?) I'm moving from the far North side of Denver back to the kid (read: punk) infested street of Lipan, on the West side. North Denver has it's perks: it's waythefuckout and if you wanted to you could ride to the Outpost (my old house) and be the only one there for hours. The house is surrounded on two sides by a train yard. A junk yard and warehouses take up the other two sides. I would drink beers and read Steinbeck. Then I'd run around my yard shooting bottles with pellet guns pretending I was either in 'Nam, or the Old West. I could do this at any time of the day.
Rancid played a few days ago. I was gonna get dressed up and head Downtown to try and buy a scalped ticket. The Unseen were gonna be there too. Then I remembered that I hate 14 year olds with black stretch jeans, charged hair and bullet belts, so I decided to save my money for the Gorilla Biscuits show in a few days. Man I hope they play some Civ songs.
I still haven't bought my gun yet. I'm whittling away this money and it's to the point where it's a lot harder to justify spending a large chunk of my remaining money on a gun. Fuck it though, I got a few months rent ready. The only thing I have to show for my $4,000 is a little less debt. I paid the Library $80 without flinching.
I am a sucker.
Anyway.
Denver is hot. Staph and Cellulitus(?) are going around. It's gross. (Maybe I'll make "Staph" my new traveling name?) I'm moving from the far North side of Denver back to the kid (read: punk) infested street of Lipan, on the West side. North Denver has it's perks: it's waythefuckout and if you wanted to you could ride to the Outpost (my old house) and be the only one there for hours. The house is surrounded on two sides by a train yard. A junk yard and warehouses take up the other two sides. I would drink beers and read Steinbeck. Then I'd run around my yard shooting bottles with pellet guns pretending I was either in 'Nam, or the Old West. I could do this at any time of the day.
Rancid played a few days ago. I was gonna get dressed up and head Downtown to try and buy a scalped ticket. The Unseen were gonna be there too. Then I remembered that I hate 14 year olds with black stretch jeans, charged hair and bullet belts, so I decided to save my money for the Gorilla Biscuits show in a few days. Man I hope they play some Civ songs.
I still haven't bought my gun yet. I'm whittling away this money and it's to the point where it's a lot harder to justify spending a large chunk of my remaining money on a gun. Fuck it though, I got a few months rent ready. The only thing I have to show for my $4,000 is a little less debt. I paid the Library $80 without flinching.
I am a sucker.