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so, this has been one hell of a weekend. To begin, porterpalooza was great. well, i mean the last band was great. i spent all saturday drunk ofgf my ass and pissed at the world. then i remembered that there was live music playing at scool. so iwent on down and listened to the velvet teen. not bad stuff at all. Its emo, but it was good. the audience sucked though. there is nothing i hate more than unproductive stoners. They just stood and listened without any response to the band whatsoever. Its like some sort of louvre greek sculpture section where everyone is just dead, but caught in the moment of their finnest looking stances. The victorious poses the emo kids were takeing made me want to puke. the vodka and pot didnt help at all either, so i sent out on a mission to help the band. I wanted to get everyone of those goddamn motherfuckers dancing or at least bobbing their heads. after about 20 mins of screaming obsenities into the croud and pushing my way through the periferials i amnaged to get some people to assist inthe dance aide. I felt like a neal young character, supporting bands like they were mid-land farmers who just need some sort of social feedback to know that all their efforts were not in vain. so it worked, for the most part, however a conga line at an outdoor emo concert is not something i really should be proud of. In fact its outright disgraceful and i will forever be hated by the loathesome students who "just like to listen to the music". fucks. thats all they are, if you arent danceing you are degenerate within out sad culture. You must dance, its what makes the human race feel alive. that evening concluded with me being fed beers at a cafe by some 35 year old woman who wanted me to watch movies with her later that night. When i told her my age she said "maybe i'll see you around" swine, that repulive mid-aged sexual predator who wanted me to eat her pussy. as she stated in a brief conversational monologue. Anyways, i looked for some other sort of non-sexual action and found myself piss drunk on the floor of the college apartments playing bass for these fucked up stoners who, consequently, enjoyed my attenpts to get the dance revolution on at the concert that day. I felt acomplished, however i was still bummed about not being able to sail my boat down this weekend and really just wanted more booze and sleep. I drove to the old house and crashed after a conversation with lief about the ills of yuppie societ.
today, was, odd. Thats all i can really say. aftyer waking with a teriible hangover i puked for about the first three hours. Then ate some bread and slept more. The i decided to try and persue the 36 yr old woman and went to the same coffee shop down town. she was not there. But i did bring along lots of vodka to ease the pain of reality. I cant stand coffe shops anymore, those pieces of shit who parade around like whores in a candy shop full of dildos and rubbers. thats what coffe shops are these days, berlesque houses. anyways, i, the pimp of the coffee shop whore, was sitting across the streat reading the red badge of courage. i turn and see two large busses parked at the rear enterance of the catylist (spelling?). Yes, queens of the stone age are playing tonight. wonderful, i am so fucking glad its 21 and over. Fucking nazis. So i look the the busses as my friends jody and mat stroll by. "hello...blah blah blah....." the converstaion is very vague. My drunken stuper had reached its pinacle and i was not theinking clearly to say the least. Anyways, i asked them if they wanted to pose as journalists with me to get free tickets to the show. they declined the offer, but wished me well with my book. after my cafe had fun out, i actually spilt most of it on myshirt and caused a ruccas with the bar maid about hoe there should be two holes in the cup and not just one. This is if you fuck up and have the cup turned the whole thing wont spill over your shirt. Thats the fucking rats nest for me. I was pissed and had coffe stained over my shirt. So i left the cafe and walked around a bit, trying to sober up so i could drive somewhere and do something unproductive. just then i went into streetlight reccords on pacific. I walked around looking at lounge music, dean martin stuff, and say josh holmes looking though the latin section. what the fuck. the queens of the stone age singer was here and i was here and i was drunk off my ass. why not talk to him? will he hate me? what the fuck does he care? he is from the desert, i am from the desert. I play music and do drugs, he plays music and does drugs. we have so much in common. So i go over and talk to him. I tell him i am from joshua tree (techincally a lie, but that whole area is sort of the same). He gets excited and brings over one of his palm springs friends, a man who has abviously done way too much meth in his hayday. We chat about the weather and the horrible school system and then i pop the question. "hey, i am trying to do a journalism degree at the university (a lie) and i couldnt get into the show becasue i was under 21." "no problem, here write your name down here and put plus one next to it." "damn, thanks man." " no problem, us desert people have to stick together in this world." So i was on the quest list. fucking A. And i could bring a friend. Anyways, i better finish here for tonight, i just spent the last hour waiting for an interview with josh in the cold and it lasted two minutes. Anything will do. I better go to sleep. i have to be in san jose at 9 tomorow to pick up christina. 9 am. thats fucking rough, why oh why do i alwayse do things my way and then obligate myself to wake early. Cest la vie mom frere. Fucking A!
-Andy
today, was, odd. Thats all i can really say. aftyer waking with a teriible hangover i puked for about the first three hours. Then ate some bread and slept more. The i decided to try and persue the 36 yr old woman and went to the same coffee shop down town. she was not there. But i did bring along lots of vodka to ease the pain of reality. I cant stand coffe shops anymore, those pieces of shit who parade around like whores in a candy shop full of dildos and rubbers. thats what coffe shops are these days, berlesque houses. anyways, i, the pimp of the coffee shop whore, was sitting across the streat reading the red badge of courage. i turn and see two large busses parked at the rear enterance of the catylist (spelling?). Yes, queens of the stone age are playing tonight. wonderful, i am so fucking glad its 21 and over. Fucking nazis. So i look the the busses as my friends jody and mat stroll by. "hello...blah blah blah....." the converstaion is very vague. My drunken stuper had reached its pinacle and i was not theinking clearly to say the least. Anyways, i asked them if they wanted to pose as journalists with me to get free tickets to the show. they declined the offer, but wished me well with my book. after my cafe had fun out, i actually spilt most of it on myshirt and caused a ruccas with the bar maid about hoe there should be two holes in the cup and not just one. This is if you fuck up and have the cup turned the whole thing wont spill over your shirt. Thats the fucking rats nest for me. I was pissed and had coffe stained over my shirt. So i left the cafe and walked around a bit, trying to sober up so i could drive somewhere and do something unproductive. just then i went into streetlight reccords on pacific. I walked around looking at lounge music, dean martin stuff, and say josh holmes looking though the latin section. what the fuck. the queens of the stone age singer was here and i was here and i was drunk off my ass. why not talk to him? will he hate me? what the fuck does he care? he is from the desert, i am from the desert. I play music and do drugs, he plays music and does drugs. we have so much in common. So i go over and talk to him. I tell him i am from joshua tree (techincally a lie, but that whole area is sort of the same). He gets excited and brings over one of his palm springs friends, a man who has abviously done way too much meth in his hayday. We chat about the weather and the horrible school system and then i pop the question. "hey, i am trying to do a journalism degree at the university (a lie) and i couldnt get into the show becasue i was under 21." "no problem, here write your name down here and put plus one next to it." "damn, thanks man." " no problem, us desert people have to stick together in this world." So i was on the quest list. fucking A. And i could bring a friend. Anyways, i better finish here for tonight, i just spent the last hour waiting for an interview with josh in the cold and it lasted two minutes. Anything will do. I better go to sleep. i have to be in san jose at 9 tomorow to pick up christina. 9 am. thats fucking rough, why oh why do i alwayse do things my way and then obligate myself to wake early. Cest la vie mom frere. Fucking A!
-Andy