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back from the con.
it was totally awesome. i was so happy.
so i had this thing i was supposed to go to for jazz combo today, but thank god, the weather beat the shit out of that plan.
the con was great. snow is fun, except when blowing into your face at a million miles an hour, putting out your ciggarette. and nakedness is good, too. except when you pull down your pants and everyone else takes of their shirts, and a picture is taken, and nobody can see you with your pants down, just the only person with a shirt on.
so after many problems with my parents, i was finally able to go for the whole con (which leaving early wouldn't have made any fucking sense at all anyways...) and it was totally amazing. i met new people, i reinstated old friendships, and just had an all-around good time. I met this one chick, named Vera, who writes graff like me. she's fucking sick. i pieced something in her book and just talked about graff shit for a while. she's a chill gal.
the coffee house was crazy. the toothbrush made an appearance again, and it was just as fucking disgusting. then there were a bunch of people who rock at singing and playing guitar. then, finally, greg kurkjian and i went up, and performed an interpretive dance of a con. lemme just say, thrashing around for no reason, with no fucking music rocks, especially when in that atmosphere.
the S-Ns didn't come, which made me sad. there were still good vibes, but their presence would have made the con even more in-fucking-credible.
finally, and in conclusion,
Rick, How do you play "Stink Finger?"
heh.
i miss everyone already.
peace, love and harcore,
XcoreLEXcoreX
it was totally awesome. i was so happy.
so i had this thing i was supposed to go to for jazz combo today, but thank god, the weather beat the shit out of that plan.
the con was great. snow is fun, except when blowing into your face at a million miles an hour, putting out your ciggarette. and nakedness is good, too. except when you pull down your pants and everyone else takes of their shirts, and a picture is taken, and nobody can see you with your pants down, just the only person with a shirt on.
so after many problems with my parents, i was finally able to go for the whole con (which leaving early wouldn't have made any fucking sense at all anyways...) and it was totally amazing. i met new people, i reinstated old friendships, and just had an all-around good time. I met this one chick, named Vera, who writes graff like me. she's fucking sick. i pieced something in her book and just talked about graff shit for a while. she's a chill gal.
the coffee house was crazy. the toothbrush made an appearance again, and it was just as fucking disgusting. then there were a bunch of people who rock at singing and playing guitar. then, finally, greg kurkjian and i went up, and performed an interpretive dance of a con. lemme just say, thrashing around for no reason, with no fucking music rocks, especially when in that atmosphere.
the S-Ns didn't come, which made me sad. there were still good vibes, but their presence would have made the con even more in-fucking-credible.
finally, and in conclusion,
Rick, How do you play "Stink Finger?"
heh.
i miss everyone already.
peace, love and harcore,
XcoreLEXcoreX