Dive bar. East Village. Last night. Guiness. Shots.
I was the 5th wheel to two straight couples. Watching them kiss. Hold. Hug. Laugh. Ralph's girlfriend is incredibly hot. Girls like to like me. I flirt-because I can, and ...... because I can't. Were that my genetic coding a bit different.....life would be great.
I drink more. I do this kind of drinking but 4 or 5 times a year. I have no real addictions. I'm too lazy. And being drunk is too much trouble the day after.
End up at a Brazilian bar. Cachacha. It's the new tequila for me. I never want to smell it or taste it again. My stomach is full of sugar and lime. I know not what else to drink. Where was Sloth and his mixed drink recipes last night?? I stumble. I sway. I swing it your way. I trust the views of certain people I know.
I know not to drive. I crash at a friends place .The Jeep remains uncovered on a questionable NYC street. In bed. I spin. I sputter. I lay and dream. Of better days and better hair. Condition this, leave on for 3 minutes or more. I dreamt that I was 20 again and back on the Navajo reservation in Utah. Back then I helped build houses and learned the culture as part of alternative spring break with my college. The best part was the peyote ritual they let us observe in the middle of the desert at 2am. Every star in the sky visible. Nothing for miles. The 'observation' part of things didn't last for too long. Soon enough I was talking to God and debating string theory with a Navajo medicine man. We both came to the conclusion that we had found the other dimension, and that the string theorists were right after all. Soon after-he somehow morphed into Shelly Winters right before my eyes, and I was trying to save him/her from a sinking Poseidon. It all made sense at the time.
Was in Tower records today and was reading some bio/mag of the Smiths. Morrissey sounds like an asshole sometimes.
I buy the new Armand Van Helden mix CD. Fucking genius. Why didn't I think of that set? "My mother-wants to be a DJ. Jesus-wants to be a DJ. Everyone-wants to be a DJ. I just wanna be a drummer"
That's all for now. If you think I'm rambling now-the day after-just thank god I didn't post last night. Or better yet-thank god I didn't leave any one on the board a message. A few friends woke up to 5 minutes of madness on their voice mail. What's that song with the remix entitled '12 minutes of madness...or something like that....
On being drunk
On being drunk
Last edited by Tom on Tue Aug 24, 2004 2:33 pm, edited 1 time in total.
If I'm making any sense, then I haven't made myself clear.