My intention was not to alarm my fellow club goers with my renouncing of all things rock. Don’t fret associates; I’ll still be the kid in the back doing the “hop scotch” and trying his hardest to look like a chubby Rivers Cuomo. At this point I’ve hit one of those cliché ruts. You know what I’m talking about because we all go through it. It’s some inborn twenty-something life evaluation where you realize you don’t have special skills, you don’t have a significant other, you don’t have a reason to live in a city that prevents you from saving any scratch and you don’t have a right to bitch about your present plot. The only problem is this internal personal complacency that is encouraging me to say fuck it. Kind of like Curtis Armstrong in Risky Business.
But I don’t want to get ahead of myself because this is just a phase and it probably won’t last more than a week or two. I’m hoping a trip back to the homestead will help me clear the cobwebs and get focused. At that point I can come back to NYC and start my job search that will probably end in another administrative job making a little more money for a lot more work. Fuck it. Rock n’ Roll is for suckers.
Let me tell you that public poetic waxing makes you feel like a seventeen year old kid who is destroyed at the news that Creed is breaking up. In short, it makes you feel like a moron. So I’m taking the advice of some other guy (was is Mark Metcalf as Doug Neidermeyer) who said, “Buck up Bart!” Let’s just move on to what happened last night.
After another day in the office I read through the new issue of Vice that is all based on partying. Sometimes I wish that magazine would put me to work. By sometimes, I mean all the time. Some people want to give it shit because it disregards any laws of journalism or good grammer, but who gives a shit. Not I because their articles are funny as hell and pertain to a lifestyle most of us try to emulate.
Anyway, my plan was to meet up with Jin at Bside to partake in their cheap as hell happy hour special of half price drinks. I beat Jin to the punch, but it was cool because the lovely Sivan was tending to the needs of the locals looking for a spirit or two. Catching up with Sivan is always a treat since we both have a lot to talk about concerning our little worlds that seem to be intertwined. Jin showed up and we got down to discussing my lack of love for this moment of rock, the pains of booking a tour and why the hell we pursue this lifestyle.
She was on her way downtown so I scored an expensed cab ride back to 186 where I willfully wasted the rest of the evening trying to watch films in my bootleg DVD player. Now I’m off to lunch, but expect a weekend schedule and some random thoughts when I return.
5 Comments:
Don't forget what Jimmy V said "Don't give up, never give up.".......I understand you're alittle lite in the loafers this week...but c'mon man...tonight get drunk and let somebody who you dont know smack you. Then right after that take a random girl into the bathroom and do a bump off her tit. If this doesn't work then you can have the keys to my p.o. box....I'm off like a prom dress.
I don't know who you are, but right now, i'm in love. To bad bumps are no longer in my diet, i guess i'll have to take a tequila shot, grab a girl, goto the bathroom and share my Sauza. And i'm definitely going to let a stranger slap me in the face.
i hope you're kidding about all this stuff. i write alot of shit here but look, i still read your blog because it's fun to read. you seem to be a very enthusiastic guy and that's uplifting for losers like me. so keep your head up kid. scat turdly
I think you look more like Chris Griffin then a chubby Rivers Cuomo.
ohhhh burn. well, i do like making things into poo and i have a monkey in my closet, so i see the comparison. oh yeah, blonde and chubby. thank you mr. anonoymous, thank you.
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