The First Week of School Revisited in Photos
So on Friday night I walked with Geoff in the pouring rain to Maggie's apartment for a vegetarian dinner gathering. We were soaked to the bone when we arrived but fortunately our resilience was rewarded by a golden-glowing sunset. I snapped this picture which captured perfectly the ribbon of golden light reflecting off of the rain-soaked asphalt. For dinner we ate whole wheat pasta with organic tomato sauce and had great conversation as usual. Maggie let us dry our clothes in her dryer machine. I walked around in some of her sleep shorts and showed off my very hairy yet tan-from-Ecuador legs.
Here we can see Maggie, Profeta, and Geoff just before we left for Van Buren St. After dinner Maggie graciously dropped the two of us at Joe's place on Van B. street. i invited her in but she denied. Secretly I am glad she did not come in because Joe's house is so filthy that is embarrassing even for me to have guests there. And also because when Maggie gets to talking she deos not stop.
This is an example of how dirty Joe's house is. At any particular square foot of his two-bedroom/1 bathroom house you can usually find: 1) an empty bottle of alcohol 2) a dirty plate 3) dirty laundry usually covered in cat urine or vomit 4) bits and pieces of blunts, blunt guts, maryjane or bowl resin 5) cat pee and/or bong water...sometimes even cat vomit 6) trash of your choosing. Now when Joe was living in Seagull Village it was just as bad if not worse. I could hardly tolerate it even to step a foot into the apartment. Now I suppose that I have learned to accept it and I just ignore it, tho I try to pick up here and there on occassion.
And this here is the Culprit Cat, the Trash Kitten, the Vomit Machine; Ashes the cat.
Here we have Joe's girlfried Anna who is equally as dirty. I was hoping secretly that she would learn him to clean up after himself but she has seems not to mind. And there's the fabled Joe V. on the right. As dirty as he may be, he's my friend.
Geoff and Joe playing guitbox as they do all day, every day. And they are damn good at it. So much so that I am envious.
A view of the inside of Baby Bong. Fuel for life.
Anna likes to work with string, making everyone lovely little bracelets to remind us of our friendship. Recently she purchased a little booklet on working with hemp and since then there has been an abundance of pretty little beads rolling around the carpet. These blue spiral beads looked particularily nice to me, especially in the hands of Mr. Geoff. I decided to take a picture of them before they got lost in the carpet.
Geoff with a blue spiral bead.
And this is Dave. Dave can be a nice guy, he can also be a real buzz hill. Dave REALLY REALLY wants to be able to play the guitar with the same finese as Joe and Geoff but he doesn't realize that not only does he not posess the natural talent, but also that his attempts at playing are insufferable. But he tries...really hard. When anyone tells Dave to stop playing, or more often tell him that he sucks, he gets angry. However in this picture Dave is not angry because we told him that he sucks, but because nobody wanted to make his legendary Bong-n-Chong right away. On the right hand side we can see the hot glue gun ready to make his contraption for simultaneous stonedness and drunkedness.
This is Jenny's friend Whats-Her-Face. She's a lot of fun. She's also wearing my hat.
Saturday morning, when Joe Sanchez came back from NYC. We went to Bagel Bakery, the mecca of hangover food. I had a terrible hangover and even worse bowel distress so I wasn't feeling that great. Old friends of Joe S's Nicole and Doug joined us. They made funny faces at me. After eating some delicious bagels we ran into Peter S who invited us to smoke some maryjane. So we ended up smoking at Doug's house and we watched the Akron/Family live show DVD which included a clip from a show at Salisbury. I felt better while high but as I was coming down I was struck with a fever and some terrible tummy aches. So Joe and I walked back to my place where I rested under his caring eye.
That night Joe S., Geoff and I went on a midnite toke walk not far from our dorms. I snapped a photo of the disapproving Church looming over us. Joe went home on Sunday evening.