Mar 21, 2004 09:03
a scent of stale drink was thick in the air. the masses swelled out into the streets. & liquid courage flows thru their veins. the sun hasn't even set yet and the stain of blood is on the pavement. i was rude awakened to see my good friend had been punched up for a few euros. dead sober. 6 pm. a group of strangers trying to pull an answer out of him. I could do nothing more than shake and wipe off the blood. such violence... and that was just the start of my paddy's day...
i stumbled down george's st. in my just sewed up vintage green jacket. mouth painted all pretty and a hole in my tights. (it will creep up my leg by the end of the night.)
from pub to pub to gay bar to pub. smoking to many joints in the toilet, singing songs in forgien tounge. listening to the dull hum of the bad techno in the next room.
talking to darragh about being an ugly duckling. he says its still painfully obvious in both of us. we laugh and drink and pretend to care about being irish. even tho i was more thrilled to have the day off to finish the few songs i've been working on. (you make my heart want to stop....) i fell asleep before everyone. didn't even bother to take off my shoes. woke up painfully early and watched 3 dvds of family guy. (why oh why did they cancel it?!)
my fingertips are starting to burn again. now that my voice has returned i feel like finishing this one song.
take care for now.
x
julie