And now for something compleatly different
Wow, what a day. We were busy from the time we opened until the time we closed..which is a good thing because it makes the day go by faster. I guess the reason it was so busy was because of all the back to school shoppers. High school starts soon, and all the parents are out buying Abercrombie and Fitch for their 13 year old bastards.
I had an interesting weekend at Lace and Justin's house. We played two rounds of Morton's list and watched a TV series called "Wild Boys" It has Steve-o and Chris Pontius from Jackass doing some kind of fucked up nature show. The point of a normal nature show is to educate people about animals..but the point of Wild Boys seems to be for them to travel around the world and get bit/stung/clawed by as many creatures as possible. Oh, as an interesting addition to this post, I will include a quest-log for aprevious Morton's list quest.
Creative Writing
quest log # 3
date: 3/5/05
time: 9:30pm
degrees earned: 2
table: vision quest
quest: creative writing
mutations/deviations: n/a
table master: justin smith
inner circle members: justin smith; lacy harrison; nate harrison
Nutshell Sentence: Creative Writing releases the Inner Circle’s creative juices, with writing from reality or imagination.
quest summery: we decided to take turns writing part of a story. lacy would write a paragraph of 3 or 4 sentences, then i would read her paragraph and write a continuation, then i would fold the paper so nate could not see lacy’s paragraph, and he would write his, then fold the paper so lacy couldn’t see what i had written and so on. below i have typed up the story we wrote, i hope you like it.
(lacy) the log shelter stank of blood and sweat, jason opened his eyes to the bright morning light. blinded by the brilliance of the sun shining through the crack, he stumbled over to the corner and relieved himself through a small opening. mornings in the small hut always went this way.
(justin) what had happened the night before? jason could hear the sounds of dogs barking in the distance. something felt different, that’s when he noticed the hatchet in the corner.
(nate) bloody patches of blonde hair covered the hatchet’s blade. his shirt smelled like alcohol and sex. the sound of barking dogs was getting closer.
(lacy) jason looked down and kicked at the limp body that had been his companion for the evening. “fucking debutantes”, he exclaimed as he buttoned down his shirt. two half wolves ran in through the entryway and started in on the fresh kill.
(justin) ‘and this is what the devil does’, it’s funny how your mind functions so smoothly and calm in times like this. jason’s thoughts ran back to when his uncle morton took him to disneyland. how could the sight of this freshly deceased corpse bring memories of such joy and euphoria?
(nate) that’s when the aliens showed up and fucked everything up. they pillaged the earth and enslaved all humans. as jason sat in his prison cell he realized that one dead girl was nothing to get upset over.
(lacy) one dead girl ment nothing, but 30 did. now that he was imprisioned, he would no longer be plagued by the fear of being arrested for murders. his self-soothing was put to a stop by the sounds of alien chatter overhead, they were coming for him, and he knew why.
(justin) he had past the test, or so he thought. no one could have prepared him for what was next. sir-tet was the first one to greet him on the ship. he never did figure out how the aliens got him, but now he had a bigger problem on his hands.
(nate) itchy flakey skin. the aliens lived in a dry environment with no moisture in the air. jason thought he might slit his mother’s throat for a bottle of moisturizer.
(lacy) instead of his mother’s throat, he would like to slit the throat of the man with the green pen (editors note: nate was using a green pen when we originally wrote this story). jason would have given his left nut to be back in his shelter in the woods. as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he found himself back in his shelter, only he could tell he was still imprisioned, it was only an illusion.
(justin) the illusion became his reality, it was all he knew, and eventually, it was all he could remember. no more disneyland, no more corpses, and no more aliens. he was let there to burn in his banana stand (editor’s note: this is a reference to an episode of ‘arrested development’). then he awoke and realized that he was only dreaming. he was actually a ‘she’ on the set of cum-guzzling butt-whores part 54, and his ass was sore.
after my first contribution to the story, Lace started pestering me about how i couldn't write for shit...so I devoted my other two turns to fucking up the story as much as possible just to piss her off.
Something else that is worth mentioning is that Lace gave me a new frog while I was at her place. It's a White's Tree frog named Ivan. Well that's it for now....time for me to hit the sack.