Down & Out in Vegas With Amphetamine Psychosis Again?
It's my opinion that one who sleeps in their clothes from the night before looks really hot in the morning. Greasy hair, wrinkled clothes, smudged make up, and no recolection of how they got there. Good times.
Just for reference, my entry is NOT fucking emo. It's called, 'shit happens.' And I'm writing it with my left hand on a shit load of my mom's valium so most of you might do very well to disreguard it. But, whatever.
So, there's this pinching pain in my shoulder right ... and it won't go the fuck away ... and I can't go to the god damn emergency room because Mikey took our car. Yay! Furthermore I don't know how the fuck this crazy pain occured. Rar. I wish it wasn't there though because then I could write about the astoundingly good time I had at the Asustadizo Pollo Pantalones Festival yesterday.
Fuck it. The Festival was awesome. Awesome. That's all I can say. I enjoyed it exuberantly. Cuomo was good ... as always. Although Kate and I would rather freeze then listen to him. Heh. The Earthshoes were really, really awesome. I love them. Even if the flyer did call them hippie ass folk shit, I dig them, a lot. The whole band is super passionate and great muscians. That dude who was an emo Robert Plant on acid was okay. His hair was pretty much the most endearing thing about him. "Why are you?" Uhm, Cities ... double you tee eff metal? Those boys were all rather tiny ... and short and in tight pants with matching boxers. That was shocking. I mean who saw that one coming? But, they did their job I suppose by enstilling the freakish mosh pit that caused Todd to become bloodied and Ivan to be punched by the crazy windmill dude. I was so very confused by this point. Annywaay, Daisy Chained was rad. Rad. Rad. Rad beyond belief. With the whole 'stoned in the basement' ambiance. I dug it, a lot. And no, not just because of Santa, because you could barely hear him anyway. They were just really excellent. Thanks to Jimmy who filled me in that, "the amazing thing is, they're all sober." Let Time Die also surprised me with their cool-ness performance-ness. I rather enjoyed it. Good times with rock n roll. Ah, and of course Numskull. Yes. :-D What can I say about those kids, incredible. The band all you "hard core" fucks want to hate, but you can't because they're better then you. Were Erica and I the only losers who knew all the words? Ha. No matter, I love those kids. It was Great and I'd go hoarse for them any day. Um, Super Jesus in a Party Hat ... yay? Whatever, I stopped listening at that point pretty much because I didn't care. They're not wonderful. I wanted it to stop ... just a little. Aside from all those super groovy musicians, I enjoyed all the cool people there tambien."You wanna bang Joe Santa?!" Yeah Jimmy. lol, just a little. Afterwards, I was completely out of it, and my Grandma dropped me at Taco Bell. Those Daisy Chained kids did not stay sober for long ... but it's their fault I can't figure out why my shoulder is fucking insane. S'alright, here's to stumbling in at 2 and sleepin in your clothes. Maybe I am the drunken bafoon posing as a poet. :-P
But just for reference, I had a fucking awesome time. And to everyone if I was semi-insane/ out of it ... I aplogize for I cannot control myself on excesses of caffine coupled with sex, drugs, and rock n roll.