my first trip to nashville in weeks
so around 2 am my friend dan calls me and asks if i can pick him up at tootsies on broadway... "gimmie half an hour" i say.
he offered to give me money but i told him just to buy me a beer, so i was excited about the free drink that was in store, but to my dismay, i spend 45 minutes looking for ol dan and ol dan was no where to be found. i give up on dan and my beer when they announce last call and the band starts packing up. i try to call some people who i thought might be downtown.. no one was. i went to cafe coco to get some coffee so i wouldnt fall asleep on my way home because i was actually tired by then... i know the tiger market by the freeway sells coffee but i like the atmosphere of that wretched coco. so i buy my coffee, tip a buck and use my change to play 2 pixies songs on the juke... it only played one of them and went to some freeform jazz. thats fine, i like jazz, alot, but i felt ripped off none the less. getting stood up after driving downtown to do a favor for a friend? feeling obligated to tip the butch that did nothing but pour a cup of coffee? no problem... the juke steals my 25 cents... im pissed.(not really, but it bothered me more than anything else thus far) so i finish my cup of coffee praying to any deity who might listen for something interesting(ive given up on exciting by now) to happen to or around me.... so now i sit here writing this boring ass journal entry to inflict my boring fucking night on you, provided you werent smart enough to lose interest by now. suckers.
i need to get laid.
or beat up...
maybe both..
id better watch what i ask for before i end up in prison. ha
he offered to give me money but i told him just to buy me a beer, so i was excited about the free drink that was in store, but to my dismay, i spend 45 minutes looking for ol dan and ol dan was no where to be found. i give up on dan and my beer when they announce last call and the band starts packing up. i try to call some people who i thought might be downtown.. no one was. i went to cafe coco to get some coffee so i wouldnt fall asleep on my way home because i was actually tired by then... i know the tiger market by the freeway sells coffee but i like the atmosphere of that wretched coco. so i buy my coffee, tip a buck and use my change to play 2 pixies songs on the juke... it only played one of them and went to some freeform jazz. thats fine, i like jazz, alot, but i felt ripped off none the less. getting stood up after driving downtown to do a favor for a friend? feeling obligated to tip the butch that did nothing but pour a cup of coffee? no problem... the juke steals my 25 cents... im pissed.(not really, but it bothered me more than anything else thus far) so i finish my cup of coffee praying to any deity who might listen for something interesting(ive given up on exciting by now) to happen to or around me.... so now i sit here writing this boring ass journal entry to inflict my boring fucking night on you, provided you werent smart enough to lose interest by now. suckers.
i need to get laid.
or beat up...
maybe both..
id better watch what i ask for before i end up in prison. ha