Do you drink excessively? When asked that question on my Portland Bureau Police Application, my mind raced for reasons to check “No”. What is excessive? Could you please define the usage? Is there a process that will assist me in making a determination? There is definitely a grey area between excess and normal consumption. Compare me to a 27 year old Amish man, and yes, my “heroic” intake of cocktails may be considered excessive. Put me up against a 47 year old career postal service employee and I’ll appear to be a light weight. I checked no and moved on without thinking, but after last night revisions to the application may be deemed necessary.
The sky opened up by quitting time so I hoped on the subway instead of braving the rain minus an umbrella because umbrellas aren’t very punk rock. While on the F train I couldn’t help thinking cryptic thoughts. With all the uncertainty in the air, my mind begins to race and since I’m a bright eyed pessimist, it seemed to be headed in the wrong direction. As I looked across the train labeling all those in sight, I quickly realized that each and every one of us has our own story, but chance has placed us all on this train at the same time. It made me wonder what would happen if my last few moments were spent with these strangers. What if something like the terrorist attack in Spain occurred? These few people, still dripping from the downpour, would be part of the final chapter in my life. Our interweaving lives brought us together, and it’s these same circumstances that have the potential to tear us apart.
Maybe this bullshit is part of the reason why I am such a mess. On my race home from the subway, I ran into Beach who was getting his afternoon java fix. We had been joking all day about ringing in this years NFL camps with a car bomb, and again, chance put us in each others paths, (does this shit make me sound like a hippy?). We popped into the Library on Avenue A for two quick Irish Carbombs (half pint of Guinness with a shot of Baileys and Jameson dropped in). Hawkins joined us, but his lack of ID and Beach’s need to get back to the office cut our drinking short. Hawk and I got drenched on the block run to the apartment.
Builder, Alister and I decided to hop in the Saturn and find some sushi. If you didn’t know by now, Builder loves Shrimps. We found this half-price joint on 1st Avenue between 11th and 12th streets which is an area of town that conjures up some amazing memories. Back in 2000 I rented my first NYC apartment on 12th Street. It was a shitty one bedroom with tons of windows that looked out onto a brick wall 6 feet away, but dammit it was home. Later that year my x-girlfriend moved in with me, and we managed to have great time for a few months before my neurosis got the best of me which caused me to walk on the situation. Mike, Jordan and Hawkins used to live on that corner and we had some good times fucking about in that hood. So yeah, it’s nostalgic for me. Come to think of it, Christine has moved back into the building, and I want to go check out the scene. It was the type of place that made me feel like I lived in the greatest city in the world. Can we take a collective sigh for nostalgia?
With some delicious cheap sushi in my belly, I returned home for a quick nap before meeting with Sivan at Pink Pony. For all my New Zealand fans (it’s a joke, I’m not that delusional), watch out for Sivan’s mug in an upcoming commercial in which she will be on a rooftop hammering out a jam. We ran into Karen on Ludlow Street so the three of us headed to the Mercury Lounge.
What can I tell you about last nights bands that you haven’t already read on Jinners? Well, nothing really because for some reason (Tequila Tuesday) I didn’t really pay attention to any of the music. This was a mistake because the three bands I saw have been creating quite a stir. My time was occupied talking shit to Beach and conversing with the rest of the crew that included Jin, Joe, George, Megan and Coolfer. Shy Child was the first band I saw. They are a two-piece and they hammer out what Noah has deemed to be disco. It’s all driven by the beats laid down by Jake who looks so comfortable behind his kit. Anyway, I don’t want to pretend like I have an opinion on their band or Inouk who sold out the room and made Mr. Kaps proud. Last on the bill was Brooklyn’s own The Double (wait, are all these bands from Brooklyn? Probably, cause Brooklyn seems to be hot tits these days). At this point Michelle poured Beach and me huge tequila shots which managed to bring my night to a close 15 minutes. So read Jin's take on the show. It's a lot more informative than the dribble I just posted.
I’d like to take this time to post a conversation Noah and I just had in regards to me going to Brooklyn tonight to hang out:
LankSXC: you feelin that?
jayGTC: i don't know... brooklyn on a weekday
jayGTC: sounds pretty iffy
jayGTC: I don't want people to get the wrong idea
LankSXC: from you to carroll st is fifteen minutes
LankSXC: dont be afraid of brooklyn
LankSXC: brooklyn is your friend
jayGTC: no it isn't. brooklyn takes all of my friends and i refuse to join the exodus
LankSXC: we're just not high rollers like you
jayGTC: dude, you pay just about as much as i do.
jayGTC: i just don't like the quiet life.
LankSXC: its true.
LankSXC: but you want to move to portland and be a cop?
jayGTC: yeah, i want a gun.
LankSXC: i can get you a gun
I promise that one day in the near future this blog will start focusing on the music industry... but until that day, you must endure my diary like rants.
One more thing: Come to the Sam Champion and Rana boat cruise tomorrow. It's going to be more fun than making out with the homecoming queen.
6 Comments:
fuck ya! guns and booze are an awesome combo. that conversation made me laugh pretty fucking hard. i was in texas about two weeks ago and heard these two dudes at a bar talking about how fun it would be that weekend if they "you know, have a bunch of beers and get the guns out. maybe shoot some stuff...." i laughed so hard i farted. it was fucking great. scat turdly
so is scat turdly adam mandel?
nope. it appears though that we might know a few people in common. i can't fucking believe it, but something clicked when i read one of your older posts. it was one of those,"it's such a small world" moments. still, i'd bet a million dollars that you don't know me. i mean, i'm not really sure who you are. i just stumbled across your blog one drunken evening and thought it was funny. plus, i like to do alot of the same shit you and your friends do so it's fun for me to read your stories. maybe one day i'll make a cameo appearance at some bar and buy you a beer, but i don't know. that sounds kind of wierd. scat turdly
umbrellas are the new rod stewart, babe. hey, don't bother with stupid generic categories like hippie, cop, stoner, punk, etc. that is just how the system wants us to think about ourselves. people need to just be who they want, say what they want. don't worry about that kind of crap. by the way the your site is tres interesting, good job.
mermaid is so free. scat
I am free like a fuckin eagle
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