my lucky saturday.
on friday damon told me to come out to sayville to record with dev and george. so friday night i set my alarm for about 11:30 to try to get out there by like 2 the next day.
saturday morning. my alarm goes off. but i stay in bed. "there will be trains" i think to myself. i nod off. i wake back up at 12:09. i call the trains. "from sea cliff to mineola: 12:34 and 2:30." SHIT! i jump outta bed. put on my pants. and asked my mom if she had her keys (she had miss placed them the night before) she had not. no ride there. it was not 12:14. i call gabe, sam, mary and butters. no luck. it was now 12:20. i was gann have to ride to train on my skateboard. i packed and bowl and smoked grabbed my board, i was on my way. it was 12:24.
i only live down the street from the train station. a short distance in a car, but if your walking its kinda far. mary says it takes her 17 minutes. so im trying to skate down sea cliff ave, but theres so many cars, i have to pick up my skateboard and run wiht it. rather, sprint wiht it. so im sprinting down sea cliff ave. waving at cars screaming train station. i see noone i know. when i was half way there all i could think was "go all out, i can rest on the train, youll fuck everything up if you miss this." so i started sprinting. like reaaally sprinting. im running and screaming at cars "train! help please!" no help. i see these weiner kids drive by. no luck. mother fucks.
im 3 quaters of the way there when my body starts to like reject what im doing. im so out of breath im weezing, and my stumach is killing me. i stop running. basically giving up. so too outta breath and tired ad stoned to wave to a car wiht out seeming like a mad man. ths is when i start throwing up. yes, thats right i pushed myself to the point of vomit. i had to keep moving (as they say in gym) so again i pushed on and continued at a steady pace. thats when i heard the train. instantly i was sprinting again. i wasnt ganna miss that train. i ran by some jogger and on the fly asked if the train had come. "i dont think so." i hear as wizzed by. (totally wizzed out) im sure i sounded crazy like weezing and like in motion. im now at th point where i can see the train station and thats when i really heard the train. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!" start screaming. "STOPPPP THE TRAIN!" i screamed as if my mother was dying. like i was so set on getting on that train. thats when i got to the station and saw no train.
i had missed it. i had missed my chance to record. i had screwed everything up. thas when i noticed someone running from their car. i ran tword the tracks. "TOOOT!!! TOOOOOOOT!!!" the train pulled into the station. i had dont it. i had made it to the train station in 10 minutes. there wasnt enough time to buy my ticket. i just walked (very zombie like) down the ramp on to the train. and who do i see? those fucking weiners who drove by! those mother fucks.
so i buy my ticket on the train. seven fucking dollars? wack! but whatever i had made it so i was psyched. i was on my way. finally. so i get to mineola station. and as i get off i check my back pocket (where i keep my wallet) no wallet. "FUCK!" i turn around and bang on the closed doors of the train about to leave. "HOLD ON!" they open the doors. i run on. "oh shit wrong car!" i run out. i run back in the next car. i look at the lady i was sitting next to. panicing i say "is my wallet on the seat?" she looks at my like i have 10 heads and says "NO!" as if im the biggest fucking dick on the planet. like as if i had just said something really offensive. like "no, you stupid asshole". so im releaved. it must be in my backpack. thats when the doors close again. "NO!! LET ME OFF!" the train starts moving. " NOOOOOOO!" i turn to a conductor. "I GOTTA GET OFF!" he runs up the stairs of the double decker train and pushes a button to make the train stop. i get off. i was practically trown off. lets just say i guess i pissed all those people off. im sorry i thought i lost something, mother fucks.
so im at mineola. ive made it. all i ahve to do now is wait for my next train to ronkonkama. so i get on the payphone to find out the times. she says 1;45 but the line is suspended. but that it should clear up by that time. it was 1:08 so, i thinking , ok i got time to kill. so i called mary.
"hello?"
"mary, where are you?"
"ummm..."
"hey?! where the fuck are you?"
"uhhhhhhhh......"
thats when i heard the audio on the phone coming from behind me. she was behind me. yes. it was very weird. she had called my house and my mom gave her the scoop. so im hanging with mary talking about how i died getting on my train. and how i looked like a total asshole looking for my wallet. when a voice from over the loudspeaker said there would be no stop at ronkonkama due to "police activity". so, again i am fucked. so mary and i figured out how to get there otherwize. i call damon and ask him which of the trains on the port jeff line would be closest. he says stony brook. so it was decided.
so when my train came, mary sent me off wiht a kiss. i boarded the train. rode it to huntington where i would call damon to tell him when id be getting in at stony brook. so i go up to a pay phone put my twenty five cents in, dial. and all of a sudden a operator is o te line saying put in another 25 cents. i say 'i did" so he trys to return it.
"did it return?"
"no."
"put the next quater in" so i did. "did it work?"
"no"
"ok let me try something" (click) the fucker and i disconected.
so theres 50 cents. i needed more quaters. so i some $1.25 check mix action. he gives me my seventy five cent change. i look at him and say "i am very unluckey man, today"
"why do you say that"
"these train phones stole my money"
"ah! there no such thing as luck"
so i go to another payphone. i again try to call damon. i didnt realize that huntington was 631 at first but i asked some girl. so i dialed 516.
and all of a sudden again an operator (this time a woman) comes on and says to put another quater in. i started freaking out "WHAT THE FUCK!? THIS IS THE SECOND FUCKING TIME!"
"I DONT APPRECIATE YOU LANGUAGE SIR, NOW PLESE, just insert your coins.
" lady i did, and ive already been ripped off by the other phone"
"hold, did the coins return?"
"no"
i hung up. i look at the man who sold me the trail mix "they fucking stole another 50 cents" thats when i noticed he had a phone. " could i pay you to use your phone?" the guy says "sure." so i call damon using the snack stand guy's phone. told him what time id get there. and my streak of bad luck was over. thanks to that dude.
i got to stony brook at.......4pm and to devs by 4:30. 4 hours it took me. but it was worth it, becasue we recorded sweet tunes and i had a rocking time. i cant wait for everyone to hear them.
love yall, dont forget, oct 3rd 1 am.
saturday morning. my alarm goes off. but i stay in bed. "there will be trains" i think to myself. i nod off. i wake back up at 12:09. i call the trains. "from sea cliff to mineola: 12:34 and 2:30." SHIT! i jump outta bed. put on my pants. and asked my mom if she had her keys (she had miss placed them the night before) she had not. no ride there. it was not 12:14. i call gabe, sam, mary and butters. no luck. it was now 12:20. i was gann have to ride to train on my skateboard. i packed and bowl and smoked grabbed my board, i was on my way. it was 12:24.
i only live down the street from the train station. a short distance in a car, but if your walking its kinda far. mary says it takes her 17 minutes. so im trying to skate down sea cliff ave, but theres so many cars, i have to pick up my skateboard and run wiht it. rather, sprint wiht it. so im sprinting down sea cliff ave. waving at cars screaming train station. i see noone i know. when i was half way there all i could think was "go all out, i can rest on the train, youll fuck everything up if you miss this." so i started sprinting. like reaaally sprinting. im running and screaming at cars "train! help please!" no help. i see these weiner kids drive by. no luck. mother fucks.
im 3 quaters of the way there when my body starts to like reject what im doing. im so out of breath im weezing, and my stumach is killing me. i stop running. basically giving up. so too outta breath and tired ad stoned to wave to a car wiht out seeming like a mad man. ths is when i start throwing up. yes, thats right i pushed myself to the point of vomit. i had to keep moving (as they say in gym) so again i pushed on and continued at a steady pace. thats when i heard the train. instantly i was sprinting again. i wasnt ganna miss that train. i ran by some jogger and on the fly asked if the train had come. "i dont think so." i hear as wizzed by. (totally wizzed out) im sure i sounded crazy like weezing and like in motion. im now at th point where i can see the train station and thats when i really heard the train. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!" start screaming. "STOPPPP THE TRAIN!" i screamed as if my mother was dying. like i was so set on getting on that train. thats when i got to the station and saw no train.
i had missed it. i had missed my chance to record. i had screwed everything up. thas when i noticed someone running from their car. i ran tword the tracks. "TOOOT!!! TOOOOOOOT!!!" the train pulled into the station. i had dont it. i had made it to the train station in 10 minutes. there wasnt enough time to buy my ticket. i just walked (very zombie like) down the ramp on to the train. and who do i see? those fucking weiners who drove by! those mother fucks.
so i buy my ticket on the train. seven fucking dollars? wack! but whatever i had made it so i was psyched. i was on my way. finally. so i get to mineola station. and as i get off i check my back pocket (where i keep my wallet) no wallet. "FUCK!" i turn around and bang on the closed doors of the train about to leave. "HOLD ON!" they open the doors. i run on. "oh shit wrong car!" i run out. i run back in the next car. i look at the lady i was sitting next to. panicing i say "is my wallet on the seat?" she looks at my like i have 10 heads and says "NO!" as if im the biggest fucking dick on the planet. like as if i had just said something really offensive. like "no, you stupid asshole". so im releaved. it must be in my backpack. thats when the doors close again. "NO!! LET ME OFF!" the train starts moving. " NOOOOOOO!" i turn to a conductor. "I GOTTA GET OFF!" he runs up the stairs of the double decker train and pushes a button to make the train stop. i get off. i was practically trown off. lets just say i guess i pissed all those people off. im sorry i thought i lost something, mother fucks.
so im at mineola. ive made it. all i ahve to do now is wait for my next train to ronkonkama. so i get on the payphone to find out the times. she says 1;45 but the line is suspended. but that it should clear up by that time. it was 1:08 so, i thinking , ok i got time to kill. so i called mary.
"hello?"
"mary, where are you?"
"ummm..."
"hey?! where the fuck are you?"
"uhhhhhhhh......"
thats when i heard the audio on the phone coming from behind me. she was behind me. yes. it was very weird. she had called my house and my mom gave her the scoop. so im hanging with mary talking about how i died getting on my train. and how i looked like a total asshole looking for my wallet. when a voice from over the loudspeaker said there would be no stop at ronkonkama due to "police activity". so, again i am fucked. so mary and i figured out how to get there otherwize. i call damon and ask him which of the trains on the port jeff line would be closest. he says stony brook. so it was decided.
so when my train came, mary sent me off wiht a kiss. i boarded the train. rode it to huntington where i would call damon to tell him when id be getting in at stony brook. so i go up to a pay phone put my twenty five cents in, dial. and all of a sudden a operator is o te line saying put in another 25 cents. i say 'i did" so he trys to return it.
"did it return?"
"no."
"put the next quater in" so i did. "did it work?"
"no"
"ok let me try something" (click) the fucker and i disconected.
so theres 50 cents. i needed more quaters. so i some $1.25 check mix action. he gives me my seventy five cent change. i look at him and say "i am very unluckey man, today"
"why do you say that"
"these train phones stole my money"
"ah! there no such thing as luck"
so i go to another payphone. i again try to call damon. i didnt realize that huntington was 631 at first but i asked some girl. so i dialed 516.
and all of a sudden again an operator (this time a woman) comes on and says to put another quater in. i started freaking out "WHAT THE FUCK!? THIS IS THE SECOND FUCKING TIME!"
"I DONT APPRECIATE YOU LANGUAGE SIR, NOW PLESE, just insert your coins.
" lady i did, and ive already been ripped off by the other phone"
"hold, did the coins return?"
"no"
i hung up. i look at the man who sold me the trail mix "they fucking stole another 50 cents" thats when i noticed he had a phone. " could i pay you to use your phone?" the guy says "sure." so i call damon using the snack stand guy's phone. told him what time id get there. and my streak of bad luck was over. thanks to that dude.
i got to stony brook at.......4pm and to devs by 4:30. 4 hours it took me. but it was worth it, becasue we recorded sweet tunes and i had a rocking time. i cant wait for everyone to hear them.
love yall, dont forget, oct 3rd 1 am.