Can you make me beautiful? Do you have superior web design skills? Can you help a hapless boy create an exciting new blog? Ok, seriously, I want to revamp this blog and possibly make it a dot com. I know that doesn’t mean much more than registering a URL and directing that URL to the blogspot, but I’d like to do an overhaul. Make this bitch official. I’m sick of looking at the blue. Aren’t you? So drop me an email (the link is to your right) and let me know if you can help out. It will be fairly simple, and I’ll put my anal side to rest if you can help out. I’ll buy you tequila and give you mad props, (well, as many props as a country boy is permitted to distribute).
Day 1 of the new bet passed by without little temptation. Oh, except for some of my best pals sitting in my living room smoking, but we’ll get to that later. Right now I would like to discuss your friend and my lover Chris Jacobson. Ok, we aren’t lovers, but dammit if I had more than 12 ounces of gay in me, I would definitely go for that boy. Don’t let me fool you, he is straighter than an arrow, but after running into him after work I wish we both had the capacity to love each other more than the homoerotic relationship that already exists. While walking down Bleeker on my way home from the office, I ran into Chris who had to do some shoe shopping. None of this mattered. The important part of this story is Chris’ moustache. This kid looked like something out of an early 90’s slacker film. Think Reality Bites meets the 1996 flop SubUrbia. At first I couldn’t believe how fantastic his dirty blonde moustache was, but after some starring the realization became all too clear. This kid is amazing.
So anyway, I got home and was busy on the computer (can I ever escape it’s evil grasp?) when Builder flew through the apartment and went straight to the fire escape. When my work in cyberspace was finished, I peeked out the window to see what roommate #2 was doing. Much to my surprise he was reading The Grapes of Wrath and smoking a cigar. Who the hell is this kid? With all his interesting hobbies, I often think Josh is a 65 year old Japanese grandfather who likes doing origami in his spare time.
Builder???
A group of kids met up to play some basketball at the courts on Norfolk and Rivington. The neighborhood kids had moved their baseball game over so we couldn’t play on the good hoop. The games were fairly sloppy for awhile, but then we caught some rhythm. Basketball is so much fun, but it still is second only to football. After the game Matt, Noah and Dan came back to 186 with me and played the roll of the serpent tempting me with their smelly tree. This bet will be lost in the trenches (read: 4am and beyond on the weekends), but it’s the little things that could push Hawkins or me to the edge.
Builder and I grabbed a quick sushi dinner at some joint located close to (if not next to) Katz’s deli. Nothing fancy, but Builder did love the salad dressing so much that he was drinking it out of the bowl. He loves sauce.
We paid the bill and ducked into the Mercury Lounge. We had a grandiose idea to Culkin Beach upon his entry, but it would have involved him falling into the equipment room. We didn’t want to push our luck with getting someone hurt, breaking the curtain or some band’s equipment so we just met him and Daylen at the bar. We slide into the backroom as The Shout Out Louds took the stage. They graced us with another fantastic set. Everyone who joined us seemed to agree. Even Julia and Christie who walked in after their first song found the groove without hesitation. Thanks go out to Christie who managed to take some shots of the band for me. Some may even get posted, but don’t hold out hope. I’m a big flake these days.
On the way out I picked up a 7inch and an Ep from the band who claimed to forget their merchandise last Friday at Rothko. No worries though. The only disappointment is the absence of Shut, Shut, Shut Your Mouth or whatever the hell that song is called. Maybe it’s on one of the records. I should probably listen to them. On the long walk home (1 block) I ran into Will who told me he is hoping to have a party at Bside in the coming month to celebrate his escape from the womb. He may even have someone awesome Dj it. Who could that be?
It isn’t Hillary Clinton. She isn’t that awesome, and neither was her husband Bill. It was kind of funny watching her talk up our former President. She kept saying how great a man he is, and the whole time I can’t help but think; do you really believe that? He did get blow jobs from his secretary while he was in the office. How great is that? I don’t mean to dwell on something stupid, but if my wife was getting head from one of her interns I wouldn’t be singing her praises years later. She should have thrown in an off color remark just to prove she isn’t a robot. Instead she left the joking to Bill. He joked about the Republican’s treatment of him after he left office. It was regarding tax cuts, but I had to stop listening because it was all, “Ha ha ha I’m still rich.” If you want a blog perspective of the four day white bread ball, check out Jason’s take on the convention. You can listen to all the speeches here, (thanks Noah).
Fuck, I’m grumpy. Does anyone have something to brighten my day? Evening plans filled with awesomeness. C’mon now, hook me up. There is an Inouk and The Double show at Mercury, but right now rock isn't the dish I'm craving. If you are in need of a fix, go early to see +1's Inouk rock the stage.
3 Comments:
Why dont you just get high and shut the fuck up?
check this out: www.skop.com/brucelee. it's a good way to waste time. scat turdly
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