JOES BAR AND GRILL
it just kinda hit me that im going to be gone for the 4th of july. i dont mind too much because im banking on my friends gettiong alcoholic beverages and consuming them with little caution. therefore im not too sad that i will be missing the 'fun.' however, it does only come once a year and i wish i could be with friends over a family reunion.
right now its 8 15 am and i have a headache from lack of sleep due to the fact that i went to bed at about 3 45 and woke up at 7. its not that bad because i dont ever sleep much but to make the headache evern worse... a goddamn truck is like 1 house away and constantly keeps going in reverse which makes this loud obnoxious beeping sound that lasts for approximately 20 seconds and then shuts off for 5 seconds. then BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEEP all over again. hot damn its aggravating.
pal's is still going great. we went bowling yesterday and i did alright for me. normally i get around 100 because im just not good. but i got a 148 yesterday and i was like joking. haha. we had bumpers and i was throwing crazy spin. it was great. the pool was fun even tho i was just attacked by 20 kids at once. haha. i love the little fuckers.
its hard, you know. we only come around when we come around.
watch your step, now. attention to your feet.
its a zoom moment. from the ground and up
without ever losing a bit of perfect focus.
the man manning the lens artistically keeps it constant.
curves and all covered slowly but accurately.
3 mother-fucking shots. yes 3.
billy bob 1 shoots her from straight ahead, uninterupted
and with precision even with the impossibility of missing.
nathan 2 gets the diagonal glance. his shot isnt as essential
but is useful for a quick switch and a different view.
roger III gets the final cliche shot. the same as the second
but from the opposite side. important, what? nah, girl.
its a tough role and she is given credit.
only the finest can handle the slo-mo 3-way shot.
she has to be shaped. shaped is great and the way to tape.
grace. grace. grace. grace. grace. grace. grace.
this would be highly unsuccessful with butch 4.
or even chris farley in a woman 's form.
LIGHTS: raise your glasses to the director. the true artist.
CAMERA: BILLY, NATE, and ROG, im depending on you. get it done.
ACTION: act your heart away, sweets. we'll get the shots. wear the grace.
LIGHTS: drop the jaw and watch me roll n' work my wonders.
CAMERA: 15, 16, 17 seconds and still no blinking.
ACTION: reader, your actions have been consumed. i have controlled you and used great care in doing so. i have stolen your actions because i want to feel power. the power the director feels when his film is looked at in the way described by yours truly. whether you like it or not, if you are reading this, i have controlled your thoughts by making you think. you have your own conclusions and they are impossible to avoid, but your thoughts lie with me and whatever the fuck i just poetically laid in front of you. think of me for this day. think of my eyes and try looking at things from the side for a change. capture the grace with a slight change. you'll be surprised if you exercise the same i care i have.
rehab introduction: im john and i am fucked up.
in unison: HI JOHN.
hi.
right now its 8 15 am and i have a headache from lack of sleep due to the fact that i went to bed at about 3 45 and woke up at 7. its not that bad because i dont ever sleep much but to make the headache evern worse... a goddamn truck is like 1 house away and constantly keeps going in reverse which makes this loud obnoxious beeping sound that lasts for approximately 20 seconds and then shuts off for 5 seconds. then BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEEP all over again. hot damn its aggravating.
pal's is still going great. we went bowling yesterday and i did alright for me. normally i get around 100 because im just not good. but i got a 148 yesterday and i was like joking. haha. we had bumpers and i was throwing crazy spin. it was great. the pool was fun even tho i was just attacked by 20 kids at once. haha. i love the little fuckers.
its hard, you know. we only come around when we come around.
watch your step, now. attention to your feet.
its a zoom moment. from the ground and up
without ever losing a bit of perfect focus.
the man manning the lens artistically keeps it constant.
curves and all covered slowly but accurately.
3 mother-fucking shots. yes 3.
billy bob 1 shoots her from straight ahead, uninterupted
and with precision even with the impossibility of missing.
nathan 2 gets the diagonal glance. his shot isnt as essential
but is useful for a quick switch and a different view.
roger III gets the final cliche shot. the same as the second
but from the opposite side. important, what? nah, girl.
its a tough role and she is given credit.
only the finest can handle the slo-mo 3-way shot.
she has to be shaped. shaped is great and the way to tape.
grace. grace. grace. grace. grace. grace. grace.
this would be highly unsuccessful with butch 4.
or even chris farley in a woman 's form.
LIGHTS: raise your glasses to the director. the true artist.
CAMERA: BILLY, NATE, and ROG, im depending on you. get it done.
ACTION: act your heart away, sweets. we'll get the shots. wear the grace.
LIGHTS: drop the jaw and watch me roll n' work my wonders.
CAMERA: 15, 16, 17 seconds and still no blinking.
ACTION: reader, your actions have been consumed. i have controlled you and used great care in doing so. i have stolen your actions because i want to feel power. the power the director feels when his film is looked at in the way described by yours truly. whether you like it or not, if you are reading this, i have controlled your thoughts by making you think. you have your own conclusions and they are impossible to avoid, but your thoughts lie with me and whatever the fuck i just poetically laid in front of you. think of me for this day. think of my eyes and try looking at things from the side for a change. capture the grace with a slight change. you'll be surprised if you exercise the same i care i have.
rehab introduction: im john and i am fucked up.
in unison: HI JOHN.
hi.