Mogadishu is a nice place to visit, but i don't miss living there.
damn.. went back to mogadishu (4th & Fairmount) last night to party with jesse and the downtown spange crew. drank copius amounts of newcastle. (people who spange for a living think you're god when you buy them good beer. it's so unheard of, they almost can't understand it.)
aids junky scum next door kept calling the cops because we were blasting music and screaming Subhumans lyrics through the bathroom wall at him. fuck that guy. cops came 4 or 5 times and were cool, then at about 4 or 5am 2 different cops came barging through the door and threw jesses ass on the ground and just wouldn't listen to reason. jesse got arrested for being black on a friday (mexican, WHAT EVER.) we partied for a couple more hours and i actually passed out on jesse's disgusting fucking bed.
i woke up at 8:30 snuggled up to a filthy anarcho-punk brother-sister tandem and went down to the jail to try to give jesse his shoes. (barefoot is the ONLY way to go to jail.) they wouldn't let me give him shoes, and they said he was getting charged with drunk and disorderly, a noise violation, and possession of a controlled substance (vicodin.) court on the 29th.
comic relief: when the pigs were in the house shining their fucking lights around everywhere looking for shit, ivan was passed out on the ground literally 4' from the front door and they didn't notice him because he was wrapped up in beer boxes. when the cop shined the light on him he freaked out because he thought he was dead because there was hot sauce or ketchup or some shit someone put on his face dribbling from his mouth into his ear looking like blood. i almost died.
looks like tremors tonight for dp.
aids junky scum next door kept calling the cops because we were blasting music and screaming Subhumans lyrics through the bathroom wall at him. fuck that guy. cops came 4 or 5 times and were cool, then at about 4 or 5am 2 different cops came barging through the door and threw jesses ass on the ground and just wouldn't listen to reason. jesse got arrested for being black on a friday (mexican, WHAT EVER.) we partied for a couple more hours and i actually passed out on jesse's disgusting fucking bed.
i woke up at 8:30 snuggled up to a filthy anarcho-punk brother-sister tandem and went down to the jail to try to give jesse his shoes. (barefoot is the ONLY way to go to jail.) they wouldn't let me give him shoes, and they said he was getting charged with drunk and disorderly, a noise violation, and possession of a controlled substance (vicodin.) court on the 29th.
comic relief: when the pigs were in the house shining their fucking lights around everywhere looking for shit, ivan was passed out on the ground literally 4' from the front door and they didn't notice him because he was wrapped up in beer boxes. when the cop shined the light on him he freaked out because he thought he was dead because there was hot sauce or ketchup or some shit someone put on his face dribbling from his mouth into his ear looking like blood. i almost died.
looks like tremors tonight for dp.