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I’m finally actually really in the mood to give you a very brief run down of how shit’s been falling. So to speak.
Friday night I hung out with Lori and she got wrecked and I was less wrecked and drove home. Not terribly exciting.
Place of drunkenness? 100 Church Hill. A little more info? A hick dive bar with good music occasionally and lots of drunk crackheads most of the time. I’m really, really, really not kidding about the crackheads part. It’s not an expression I’m using to label people that I don’t like or people who are stupid. They are actually crackheads with the little glass tube thing and blisters on their thumbs. I don’t want to make the generalization that everyone in Newtown, CT is a crackhead. But mostly, they’re crackheads, drunks and/or crackhead drunks. Always be suspicious of people from Newtown, CT! (I’m not from Newtown, so I don’t want to hear shit about shit!)
Let’s be more specific about these drunk crackheads.
A few weeks ago 33’s best friend’s band was playing there, so we went to see it. Good times were had by all. Mostly.
A friend of ours had gotten a ride there and asked to borrow my car to run an errand. And my thinking was that he was going to go get a pack of smokes or run to the ATM or something.
A few minutes later I see Josh (friend) leave with this guy Rob. It didn’t occur to me until a bit after that that it probably meant that Rob got in my car. (Blame it on the tequila sunrises for the slow thinking.)
Rob has got to be the most racist, bigot asshole I have ever met in my entire life. Seriously. One time, while I was still bartending at Church Hill and he was apparently trying to sound intelligent/educated (Neither of which he is.), he cited The Bell Curve as solid proof that black people are inferior to white people. The Bell Curve is a book written circa 1960’s, but soon after being published was declared to be TOTAL HORSE SHIT. (And that was the official response.) The man who did this study to prove that white people are superior was studying upper class, educated white people and lower class, uneducated black people. You could get the EXACT same results if you studied upper class Middle Eastern people and lower class Native Americans. Or whatever. The point is: Complete bunk. So he’s a racist asshole. And he can’t even be discreet about it. He’s arrogant and I just hate him so, so much. So I called Josh and asked if he had company in my car. He did. I told him it was not ok and he needed to return with my car ASAP. He apologized and said he should’ve asked. About five minutes later, from an undisclosed source, I found out that Josh and Rob were going to get COCAINE! IN MY FUCKING CAR! #&#@&!!#$&
I WAS LIVID!! I very, very seriously do not care what drugs people choose to do, but I do care if you choose to put them in my car, particularly without asking me. And I have this thing about coke. I hate it. More than I hate Rob, actually, which is quite a lot. I’ve never done it and never will, mostly because of past experiences I’ve seen/been wrapped up in. Really. I don’t care if other people want to do it, as long as they’re not hurting anyone else in the process. However, driving with that shit in my fucking car is endangering to me. Do I have the money to get my car of out hock? NO! Do Josh, his wife, and his 6-year-old daughter have the money for that? Not really. Would Rob be chivalrous and pony up the cash? Um. When my shit turns purple and smells like rainbow sherbert. So the point is: I’m not kidding. Newtown is really full of cokeheads/crackheads, and that’s just one example.
Blah, blah, blah. Didn’t this start out as me talking about my weekend?
Saturday I went to the city (NYC) to see my super le awesome friend Cat (catricya). Good times were had. We were supposed to go to the gay pride parade, that never really happened, but we showed gay pride in other ways. ☺ We went to a few bars and drank and had edammame (Did I spell that right?) and smoked too many cigarettes and talked about gross James Dallal and Texas and stuffs. Didn’t go to bed sleep until 6am (oops) and somehow rolled out of bed at noon. On Sunday we went to the Superhero Store and this other gag gift type shop where I saw a picture of a chick with ugly tits. (Why is she being paid to pose naked if she has ugly tits?) I kinda really wanted the disappearing civil liberties mug. When you pour hot stuff in it, your civil liberties printed on the mug disappear. Clever!
Finally wandered home and 33 was around again from Canada. Bad sex is frustrating, irritating, and a waste of time. Just in case you were wondering.
Today Cat and I had a FABULOUS discussion about guys crying. It entertained me when I should’ve been working.
What’s for dinner?
Friday night I hung out with Lori and she got wrecked and I was less wrecked and drove home. Not terribly exciting.
Place of drunkenness? 100 Church Hill. A little more info? A hick dive bar with good music occasionally and lots of drunk crackheads most of the time. I’m really, really, really not kidding about the crackheads part. It’s not an expression I’m using to label people that I don’t like or people who are stupid. They are actually crackheads with the little glass tube thing and blisters on their thumbs. I don’t want to make the generalization that everyone in Newtown, CT is a crackhead. But mostly, they’re crackheads, drunks and/or crackhead drunks. Always be suspicious of people from Newtown, CT! (I’m not from Newtown, so I don’t want to hear shit about shit!)
Let’s be more specific about these drunk crackheads.
A few weeks ago 33’s best friend’s band was playing there, so we went to see it. Good times were had by all. Mostly.
A friend of ours had gotten a ride there and asked to borrow my car to run an errand. And my thinking was that he was going to go get a pack of smokes or run to the ATM or something.
A few minutes later I see Josh (friend) leave with this guy Rob. It didn’t occur to me until a bit after that that it probably meant that Rob got in my car. (Blame it on the tequila sunrises for the slow thinking.)
Rob has got to be the most racist, bigot asshole I have ever met in my entire life. Seriously. One time, while I was still bartending at Church Hill and he was apparently trying to sound intelligent/educated (Neither of which he is.), he cited The Bell Curve as solid proof that black people are inferior to white people. The Bell Curve is a book written circa 1960’s, but soon after being published was declared to be TOTAL HORSE SHIT. (And that was the official response.) The man who did this study to prove that white people are superior was studying upper class, educated white people and lower class, uneducated black people. You could get the EXACT same results if you studied upper class Middle Eastern people and lower class Native Americans. Or whatever. The point is: Complete bunk. So he’s a racist asshole. And he can’t even be discreet about it. He’s arrogant and I just hate him so, so much. So I called Josh and asked if he had company in my car. He did. I told him it was not ok and he needed to return with my car ASAP. He apologized and said he should’ve asked. About five minutes later, from an undisclosed source, I found out that Josh and Rob were going to get COCAINE! IN MY FUCKING CAR! #&#@&!!#$&
I WAS LIVID!! I very, very seriously do not care what drugs people choose to do, but I do care if you choose to put them in my car, particularly without asking me. And I have this thing about coke. I hate it. More than I hate Rob, actually, which is quite a lot. I’ve never done it and never will, mostly because of past experiences I’ve seen/been wrapped up in. Really. I don’t care if other people want to do it, as long as they’re not hurting anyone else in the process. However, driving with that shit in my fucking car is endangering to me. Do I have the money to get my car of out hock? NO! Do Josh, his wife, and his 6-year-old daughter have the money for that? Not really. Would Rob be chivalrous and pony up the cash? Um. When my shit turns purple and smells like rainbow sherbert. So the point is: I’m not kidding. Newtown is really full of cokeheads/crackheads, and that’s just one example.
Blah, blah, blah. Didn’t this start out as me talking about my weekend?
Saturday I went to the city (NYC) to see my super le awesome friend Cat (catricya). Good times were had. We were supposed to go to the gay pride parade, that never really happened, but we showed gay pride in other ways. ☺ We went to a few bars and drank and had edammame (Did I spell that right?) and smoked too many cigarettes and talked about gross James Dallal and Texas and stuffs. Didn’t go to bed sleep until 6am (oops) and somehow rolled out of bed at noon. On Sunday we went to the Superhero Store and this other gag gift type shop where I saw a picture of a chick with ugly tits. (Why is she being paid to pose naked if she has ugly tits?) I kinda really wanted the disappearing civil liberties mug. When you pour hot stuff in it, your civil liberties printed on the mug disappear. Clever!
Finally wandered home and 33 was around again from Canada. Bad sex is frustrating, irritating, and a waste of time. Just in case you were wondering.
Today Cat and I had a FABULOUS discussion about guys crying. It entertained me when I should’ve been working.
What’s for dinner?