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Anyway, I saw two dudes get hit by a car like 3 feet in front of me about a month ago. Without thinking I called 911, told the operator the address, then was like "Sir are you okay?" and the dude is like "Yeah, I'll be fine". So I was like, "Um, I guess we don't need that ambulance then" and bounced. He might have been in shock but whatever, this isn't France.
Still pretty traumatizing. The car wasn't going that fast, but they ended up on the ground. That image will probably stick with me. Also, they were a gay couple.
The next day I got randomly grabbed by the cops while I was smoking a rolled cig (they thought it was weed). I mean grabbed, from behind, by a plainclothes officer. My first thought was "I might have to hit this dude" because it really looked like he was trying to mug me. I freaked the fuck out and gave them the requisite college-kid civil-rights spiel ("That's assault, you touched me before identifying yourself" blah blah), but I was scared shitless. I figure if you don't have anything on you, though, you have grounds to fuck with them. They were, I gotta say, a little scared because I did catch them doing it completely wrong.
Then my friend was like "Look, NYPD isn't racist!" (the cops were black) and we all LOL'd.
Then I went to go see A Serbian Film. I think it's a good addition to the total oeuvre of humanity since as far as I know there has never been a depiction of skullfucking in a film before this.
Hm, I've come to realize that not keeping this journal has led to a decline in the quality of my interior monologue. People tell me it's not good to think, but if I don't it starts to scare me.
Maybe my writing and other things like that have suffered too. I've been whoring myself out for minimum wage writing about shit I care very little about (environmental issues and shit -- which I would care more about if I didn't believe global warming will wipe us out within ~50 years regardless of what we do). I also find my personal fiction-writing tends more towards point-less genre stuff. Maybe that's because there's no thought process behind it -- after all, I could have the greatest idea in the world but if I don't write it down I probably won't remember it. There's no "me" without some kind of written record of me... my memory isn't the greatest. #smokeweederrday
Still pretty traumatizing. The car wasn't going that fast, but they ended up on the ground. That image will probably stick with me. Also, they were a gay couple.
The next day I got randomly grabbed by the cops while I was smoking a rolled cig (they thought it was weed). I mean grabbed, from behind, by a plainclothes officer. My first thought was "I might have to hit this dude" because it really looked like he was trying to mug me. I freaked the fuck out and gave them the requisite college-kid civil-rights spiel ("That's assault, you touched me before identifying yourself" blah blah), but I was scared shitless. I figure if you don't have anything on you, though, you have grounds to fuck with them. They were, I gotta say, a little scared because I did catch them doing it completely wrong.
Then my friend was like "Look, NYPD isn't racist!" (the cops were black) and we all LOL'd.
Then I went to go see A Serbian Film. I think it's a good addition to the total oeuvre of humanity since as far as I know there has never been a depiction of skullfucking in a film before this.
Hm, I've come to realize that not keeping this journal has led to a decline in the quality of my interior monologue. People tell me it's not good to think, but if I don't it starts to scare me.
Maybe my writing and other things like that have suffered too. I've been whoring myself out for minimum wage writing about shit I care very little about (environmental issues and shit -- which I would care more about if I didn't believe global warming will wipe us out within ~50 years regardless of what we do). I also find my personal fiction-writing tends more towards point-less genre stuff. Maybe that's because there's no thought process behind it -- after all, I could have the greatest idea in the world but if I don't write it down I probably won't remember it. There's no "me" without some kind of written record of me... my memory isn't the greatest. #smokeweederrday