He'll be seeing them soon enough
Just working, going to school and otherwise wasting time.
Yeah, I think I’ve given up on Grand Rapids when I come home to work. There’s nothing to really do for just a few hours before I should really go to bed…gotta be bright for the weekend crowd at Walgreen’s. So last night I pull out the Fear and Loathing DVD I gave my brother for is birthday. The extras are great. There’s an old BBC documentary from a couple decades ago. Hunter plans his memorial (a huge fist) and hassles his bird in its cage while he insists, “talk to me! Talk to me bird!” in that famous mumble. Well…so that’s what I did Saturday night, along with drinking my parents (free) Captain Morgan.
(heh…before that I was flipping through the stations and found Joe the Cab Driver doing a reading with a few 2-liters half full of his piss. I guess the bathroom is too far away.)
I think I’ve decided to order a bunch of books from Olympia press…all kinds of classics of sexual encounters or other devious behavior. I bought “Candy” at a flea market when I was in Florida, which I found out latter is one of their little classics---a good read. My interest in the genre is spiked.
There aren’t any clean dishes left and I’m not doing dishes again. I think my next move is to reclaim my plates and stash them…that way the number of dishes even possible is decreased…that way I can get a glass of water even if every single dish is dirty (except the glass, I guess).
Quick story of trying to get home from Florida: My family always does the Florida drive straight through. Get it over with. My family thinks that I just love to drive between 12 and 6am, and I guess it’s alright. This scenario leaves me driving just north of Fort Wayne, about 4 to 6 hours from home I think, at 4 in the morning.
“Why are the lights getting dimmer?”
“Guys, the we’ve got a problem,” I say as the battery light goes on. I immediately realize what this means and have a pretty good idea of what this means for the next 4 to 6 hours of my life. It all came out pretty much as I had guessed. We managed to get it to a gas station…thankfully a pilot station with a Subway (I prefer Blimpie…but it was a situational choice). We make a half-assed effort to get the thing going again…but of course it’s the alternator that’s gone (a classic diagnosis) and the only thing to do is get a new one throw in. They are kindof like legos…so no big deal…except it happens to be 4am Sunday. Not the best time to find car parts. So we have to endure the choice between hanging out at a gas station or trying to sleep in the car till this thing can get straightened out. I personally was loathing the idea of having to spend any extra time in on of my top two worst states in the Union (right up there with Ohio…go W). The boy scout in me decided that the be course is to go polar bearing in the car for as long as possible…hope to fall asleep and be on my way. It worked! I woke up to some guy fixing the car while I was sleeping in it (kindof weird) and the sun in my eyes. So we were off on our way in no time after that, and I even managed to get Liz to come pick me up at an interchange near Lansing (In Marshall. Hi Levi!). Life got better after that…and a shower to degrease myself from being in a car for 30 hours.
Anybody up for a whisky, blues, deep south trip this summer? I’m trying to get it together so I can go to someplace where they can’t get the mud out of the water and you just drink it anyway.
Much Love.
Yeah, I think I’ve given up on Grand Rapids when I come home to work. There’s nothing to really do for just a few hours before I should really go to bed…gotta be bright for the weekend crowd at Walgreen’s. So last night I pull out the Fear and Loathing DVD I gave my brother for is birthday. The extras are great. There’s an old BBC documentary from a couple decades ago. Hunter plans his memorial (a huge fist) and hassles his bird in its cage while he insists, “talk to me! Talk to me bird!” in that famous mumble. Well…so that’s what I did Saturday night, along with drinking my parents (free) Captain Morgan.
(heh…before that I was flipping through the stations and found Joe the Cab Driver doing a reading with a few 2-liters half full of his piss. I guess the bathroom is too far away.)
I think I’ve decided to order a bunch of books from Olympia press…all kinds of classics of sexual encounters or other devious behavior. I bought “Candy” at a flea market when I was in Florida, which I found out latter is one of their little classics---a good read. My interest in the genre is spiked.
There aren’t any clean dishes left and I’m not doing dishes again. I think my next move is to reclaim my plates and stash them…that way the number of dishes even possible is decreased…that way I can get a glass of water even if every single dish is dirty (except the glass, I guess).
Quick story of trying to get home from Florida: My family always does the Florida drive straight through. Get it over with. My family thinks that I just love to drive between 12 and 6am, and I guess it’s alright. This scenario leaves me driving just north of Fort Wayne, about 4 to 6 hours from home I think, at 4 in the morning.
“Why are the lights getting dimmer?”
“Guys, the we’ve got a problem,” I say as the battery light goes on. I immediately realize what this means and have a pretty good idea of what this means for the next 4 to 6 hours of my life. It all came out pretty much as I had guessed. We managed to get it to a gas station…thankfully a pilot station with a Subway (I prefer Blimpie…but it was a situational choice). We make a half-assed effort to get the thing going again…but of course it’s the alternator that’s gone (a classic diagnosis) and the only thing to do is get a new one throw in. They are kindof like legos…so no big deal…except it happens to be 4am Sunday. Not the best time to find car parts. So we have to endure the choice between hanging out at a gas station or trying to sleep in the car till this thing can get straightened out. I personally was loathing the idea of having to spend any extra time in on of my top two worst states in the Union (right up there with Ohio…go W). The boy scout in me decided that the be course is to go polar bearing in the car for as long as possible…hope to fall asleep and be on my way. It worked! I woke up to some guy fixing the car while I was sleeping in it (kindof weird) and the sun in my eyes. So we were off on our way in no time after that, and I even managed to get Liz to come pick me up at an interchange near Lansing (In Marshall. Hi Levi!). Life got better after that…and a shower to degrease myself from being in a car for 30 hours.
Anybody up for a whisky, blues, deep south trip this summer? I’m trying to get it together so I can go to someplace where they can’t get the mud out of the water and you just drink it anyway.
Much Love.