First let me state for the record all men are bastards. I know because I'm both. I learned that you can't please all the people all the time so I try to please some of the people all of the the time. This can backfire on you in the dating scene. (Right LL?)
But let me tell you a little ditty from the flip side:
For the last two months I was sorta seeing this girl. She was beautiful and cool, and we got along immediately. We both have our own ‘cozy' apartments in Manhattan- it's no small feat living alone in this city, and of course hers was nicer than mine, but we shared time between both equally. It worked out well. I'd go up to hers a couple times a week or she would come down to mine. We would go to a pub or stay in and make a meal and watch a movie and then have sex. There was a lot of great sex. We both knew to get the lust while the lust was around.
When we would go out people assumed we were boyfriend and girlfriend. Though that was wrong because she also never stopped sleeping around. Which left me in a position of take it or leave it. I took what I could get because she was actually a year older than me and I liked hanging out with a woman my own age for once, she was divorced and wasn't looking to fall back in love, and the sex was that good.
After a while I learned she had some of the regular annoying chick clichés, like she thought she was fat when she is super skinny, she thought she was always going to get fired from her job when I'm positive that she is very competent. Whatever. She was making it in the world today. Or so I thought.
About two weeks ago I woke up in her bed. I asked if she wanted to come to mine that night. She said she couldn't because she had a class. I thought poetry or painting.
“Cool, what kind of class?�
“Women's empowering.�
“Oh.�
I never heard from her again. Until last night when she left me a message while I was at a CMJ show. She probably wants her salad bowl back.
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Strong Coffee in the Fall
Seasons change as life does. Fall is sorta the season of death and it is also sorta my favorite season. Walking around in the fall. Falling down. I'm on the corner of Broadway and Madison Sq Park. I look at the famous triangle building, I'm sure you have seen it in the movies. I close one eye and leave the other open. And then I switch it around. I want to change my perspective. I want to leave myself behind. I have had a strong coffee and a light cigarette. I have been walking for hours in the cooling weather as the sun shines down on Manhattan. I think of the Cure song Catch. The Cure mostly reminds me of fall. And this song brings back lost love and how relationships change like the seasons and how sometimes one has to walk around alone and think of pop songs and walk through the busy city. All of my family is in China. I didn't go because I spent the fare on records and rent and I didn't bother to get a visa and I know everyone is disappointed with me that I don't make more of an effort to get out of my life to bring us all together the way a family should function. When my parents die it is going to be so tough on me that I don't want to think about it. But I do remember once when I was a teenager and I wanted to go out with this girl and my mom said I couldn't leave the house and I yelled at her and said I hate her and that I wish she was dead and I ran away, I ran away into the night to meet the girl who never showed up because her parents wouldn't let her out either. When I got back my dad asked how my date went and I cursed the bastard for his humor in the midst of my utter loneliness. I never knew I would be much more lonely than that at later times in my life and if I would have known it would I have gone on. Who would ever pay to see the future? It would cripple a person. And to this day I never apologized to my parents for the times I was mean. Do they even want that apology? Is it better to just forget it? I think it is and I think it is not, but I would rather type something out than ever say anything in person. And I walked across town and down into Tribeca where I had a Swiss cheese omelet and more strong coffee and heard Lou Reed songs and saw photos of Robert De Nero. I swear to God. And I swear to God that free-flowing metaphor writing and strong coffee do not mix. Everything I think is not important. That's why people have diaries.
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ya gotta be selective
It's cold and rainy outside so come on mother fucker, I said come on fuck face, come sit on my face, just for the fucking fun of it. Let's get it on! I'll play the Marvin Gaye if you give me the James Brown.
I've spent the morning drinking coffee, listening to Can, My Bloody Valentine and Suicide and most importantly sending out novel queries for Burnt Roof of Mouth. As a good little writer I try to do my homework so I don't waste people's time. No snide remarks that Burnt IS a waste of time, and then therefore a waste of my life. This shits hard enough as it is. And besides at least the music has been good. I was doing a little web site research into the Heartland Literary Agency and came upon this:
We are probably not the right agency to market your literary fiction, nor are we likely to appreciate manuscripts that contain extraordinary violence, unnecessary profanity, or gratuitous sexuality.
I sent them a Sloth story, anyway.
I've spent the morning drinking coffee, listening to Can, My Bloody Valentine and Suicide and most importantly sending out novel queries for Burnt Roof of Mouth. As a good little writer I try to do my homework so I don't waste people's time. No snide remarks that Burnt IS a waste of time, and then therefore a waste of my life. This shits hard enough as it is. And besides at least the music has been good. I was doing a little web site research into the Heartland Literary Agency and came upon this:
We are probably not the right agency to market your literary fiction, nor are we likely to appreciate manuscripts that contain extraordinary violence, unnecessary profanity, or gratuitous sexuality.
I sent them a Sloth story, anyway.
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My Film. DJs have more fun.
If anyone of you have read this skip down to the end part. But the girl walking around, opps, now she is sitting on my lap and drinking my morning beer as I type this just clued me in. Is it fiction. I think fucking not. Back to the fucking.
Script. We shoot next Wed. 10am meeting on 10th and Ave A. The catering is luncheon meats and white bread.
Backgammon
EXT. Day. Tompkins Sq. Park.
ROBERT is sitting on a bench. He is taking backgammon board out of his backpack. DIMITRI walks up with two hot teas. He has earphones on.
DIM
(too loudly)
Here you go. Be careful it is hot.
ROBERT
Thanks.
EXT. Day. Tompkins Sq. Park.
DIMITRI turns off his I pod and takes a seat on the bench. ROBERT puts the backgammon on bench.
DIM
Can't we ever play chess? So what's the matter with Margo this time? I didn't listen to your whole message.
ROBERT
I left the seat up again.
DIM
That's not really a big deal.
ROB
She hates it when I leave the seat up. I try to remember but by the time I'm doing my fly I'm usually out the door. I just forget.
DIM
It doesn't sound so tragic. A terrorist could strike at anytime.
ROB
I know, I know. I tell her to look at the big picture. But this morning I got up before she did. Margo went in half-asleep and just sat down. She fell in and her ass got wet.
DIM
She fell in?
Rob
Yes.
DIM
And her ass fell in and got all wet?�
ROB
Yes, I had taken a dump and forgot to flush.
DIM
Her ass fell in after you had taken a dump and forgot to flush?
ROB
Yes, she says she felt it.
DIM
Felt what?
ROB
You know, like a log.
DIM
Her ass fell in and she sat in your shit?
ROB
Yes. The she lost it. She started yelling at me for everything. She said I drink too much.
DIM
You do drink too much.
ROB
And that I never do the dishes.
DIM
Do you do the dishes?
ROB
Not really. I mean I want to but after I eat I'm too tired. I tell her I'll do them in the morning but she is worried about cockroaches.
DIM
Uh-huh.
ROB
That I never put my albums away.
DIM
You always leave your albums out.
ROB
I spend all my money in the first two days after I get paid and live off her until the next check.
DIM
That's not cool.
ROB
I know. And.
DIMITRI
And what?
ROB
She says she hates it when I take the condoms off and just throw them on the floor. Margo said she wants me to tie the open end so it doesn't leak and then put them in the wastepaper basket, and then cover it with Kleenex so it isn't visible. When we get out of bed she wants me to take the trash out in case you come over?
DIM
Me?
ROB (shrugs)
She said your name. I told her taking the garbage out when it isn't full just because it has a used condom in it is a waste. She said sleeping with me was a waste. Not a general snide remark but a personal attack on one of the few pleasure I can afford in this world.
DIM
That does sound bad.
ROB
She said I no longer try. I told her after two years together it's not always going to be the fuck of the century. Sometimes I'm tired and don't want to ‘make-love' I just want to cum.
DIM
You told her that?
ROB
Yes, my big mistake. She really started screaming. Saying I just fuck her but I don't love her. If I loved her I would respect her. The screaming turned to sobs.
DIM
I hate when they cry.
ROB
Tell me about it. I'm watching her cry and feeling like the biggest piece of low life on the planet. I'm looking at this beautiful girl I love and she has snot running out her nose. I say sorry and try to hug her but she gives me the cold shoulder. I plead but she looks back at me with disdain.
DIM
That is tough.
ROB
And then it happened.
Dim
What happened?
ROB
I have never wanted her more. I wanted to fuck her brains out.
DIM
The fuck of the century.
ROB
Yeah.
DIM
And did you?
ROB
No. She wouldn't let me. I ended up jacking off in the shower.
DIM
That is pathetic.
ROB
I know.
Dim
Listen Robert, I got to be honest with you.
ROB
What?
DIM
The only time I see you alone is when you fight with Margo.
ROB
Yeah.
DIM
Yeah. I mean you know I love you both. You are my favorite people. But when we go out you guys are always fighting and it is no longer fun.
ROB
I know. I'm sorry.
DIM
You gotta see what has happened to you both. You have both changed. And not for the better. You need a new perspective.
ROB
Perspective?
DIM
Yes. I mean I hate to say this but when it is over it is over. You have to break clean.
ROB
You mean break up?
DIM
I know it sounds awful but it will be for the better in the long run. And I will be there for you man. You know how many great looking girls there are in New York fucking City. And there are like five girls to every guy. We will have some wild nights. Get you back in the game.
ROB
You think?
DIM
I know it.
ROB
That seems so sad. So permanent.
DIM
It's your decision. But it's the only life you got to live. A terrorist could blow up the city any day. You need to live life to the fullest.
ROB
I guess so. I guess I have to break up with Margo.
EXT. Day. Park.
DIMITRI takes out his wallet and gives a twenty-dollar bill to ROBERT.
DIM
Hey man. Go get some beer and then we will play backgammon. I'll set up the pieces.
ROB
Thanks man. Dimitri you are a true friend.
Ext. Day. Park.
DIMITRI puts a few of the backgammon pieces on the board and then looks up in ROBERTS' direction. DIMITRI waits until ROBERT is out of earshot and then takes out his cell phone. DIMITRI dials.
DIMITRI
Margo? Yes, I'm with him. He is drinking beer already if you can believe that. I told him not to. I even bought him tea.
(PAUSE)
Say, can you get away again this week? You know I love you.
So last night I was DJing (and I gotta say I was on) and this girl wrote her name and number onto an Etch A Sketch and handed it to me in the both. Of course we went home and had wild sex. The next morning, like right now-- as I drink beer and watch football she walks around topless and in panties, and she comes back to bed and asks, who is that passed out in your toilet. I said that's my actor. She said he has puke all over him. I said I know he is a method actor. She asked what we were working on so I gave her the script. She read it and said, after a guy takes a shit won't the seat be down.
!!!!!!
Back to the drawing board. But first back to the blow jobs.
Script. We shoot next Wed. 10am meeting on 10th and Ave A. The catering is luncheon meats and white bread.
Backgammon
EXT. Day. Tompkins Sq. Park.
ROBERT is sitting on a bench. He is taking backgammon board out of his backpack. DIMITRI walks up with two hot teas. He has earphones on.
DIM
(too loudly)
Here you go. Be careful it is hot.
ROBERT
Thanks.
EXT. Day. Tompkins Sq. Park.
DIMITRI turns off his I pod and takes a seat on the bench. ROBERT puts the backgammon on bench.
DIM
Can't we ever play chess? So what's the matter with Margo this time? I didn't listen to your whole message.
ROBERT
I left the seat up again.
DIM
That's not really a big deal.
ROB
She hates it when I leave the seat up. I try to remember but by the time I'm doing my fly I'm usually out the door. I just forget.
DIM
It doesn't sound so tragic. A terrorist could strike at anytime.
ROB
I know, I know. I tell her to look at the big picture. But this morning I got up before she did. Margo went in half-asleep and just sat down. She fell in and her ass got wet.
DIM
She fell in?
Rob
Yes.
DIM
And her ass fell in and got all wet?�
ROB
Yes, I had taken a dump and forgot to flush.
DIM
Her ass fell in after you had taken a dump and forgot to flush?
ROB
Yes, she says she felt it.
DIM
Felt what?
ROB
You know, like a log.
DIM
Her ass fell in and she sat in your shit?
ROB
Yes. The she lost it. She started yelling at me for everything. She said I drink too much.
DIM
You do drink too much.
ROB
And that I never do the dishes.
DIM
Do you do the dishes?
ROB
Not really. I mean I want to but after I eat I'm too tired. I tell her I'll do them in the morning but she is worried about cockroaches.
DIM
Uh-huh.
ROB
That I never put my albums away.
DIM
You always leave your albums out.
ROB
I spend all my money in the first two days after I get paid and live off her until the next check.
DIM
That's not cool.
ROB
I know. And.
DIMITRI
And what?
ROB
She says she hates it when I take the condoms off and just throw them on the floor. Margo said she wants me to tie the open end so it doesn't leak and then put them in the wastepaper basket, and then cover it with Kleenex so it isn't visible. When we get out of bed she wants me to take the trash out in case you come over?
DIM
Me?
ROB (shrugs)
She said your name. I told her taking the garbage out when it isn't full just because it has a used condom in it is a waste. She said sleeping with me was a waste. Not a general snide remark but a personal attack on one of the few pleasure I can afford in this world.
DIM
That does sound bad.
ROB
She said I no longer try. I told her after two years together it's not always going to be the fuck of the century. Sometimes I'm tired and don't want to ‘make-love' I just want to cum.
DIM
You told her that?
ROB
Yes, my big mistake. She really started screaming. Saying I just fuck her but I don't love her. If I loved her I would respect her. The screaming turned to sobs.
DIM
I hate when they cry.
ROB
Tell me about it. I'm watching her cry and feeling like the biggest piece of low life on the planet. I'm looking at this beautiful girl I love and she has snot running out her nose. I say sorry and try to hug her but she gives me the cold shoulder. I plead but she looks back at me with disdain.
DIM
That is tough.
ROB
And then it happened.
Dim
What happened?
ROB
I have never wanted her more. I wanted to fuck her brains out.
DIM
The fuck of the century.
ROB
Yeah.
DIM
And did you?
ROB
No. She wouldn't let me. I ended up jacking off in the shower.
DIM
That is pathetic.
ROB
I know.
Dim
Listen Robert, I got to be honest with you.
ROB
What?
DIM
The only time I see you alone is when you fight with Margo.
ROB
Yeah.
DIM
Yeah. I mean you know I love you both. You are my favorite people. But when we go out you guys are always fighting and it is no longer fun.
ROB
I know. I'm sorry.
DIM
You gotta see what has happened to you both. You have both changed. And not for the better. You need a new perspective.
ROB
Perspective?
DIM
Yes. I mean I hate to say this but when it is over it is over. You have to break clean.
ROB
You mean break up?
DIM
I know it sounds awful but it will be for the better in the long run. And I will be there for you man. You know how many great looking girls there are in New York fucking City. And there are like five girls to every guy. We will have some wild nights. Get you back in the game.
ROB
You think?
DIM
I know it.
ROB
That seems so sad. So permanent.
DIM
It's your decision. But it's the only life you got to live. A terrorist could blow up the city any day. You need to live life to the fullest.
ROB
I guess so. I guess I have to break up with Margo.
EXT. Day. Park.
DIMITRI takes out his wallet and gives a twenty-dollar bill to ROBERT.
DIM
Hey man. Go get some beer and then we will play backgammon. I'll set up the pieces.
ROB
Thanks man. Dimitri you are a true friend.
Ext. Day. Park.
DIMITRI puts a few of the backgammon pieces on the board and then looks up in ROBERTS' direction. DIMITRI waits until ROBERT is out of earshot and then takes out his cell phone. DIMITRI dials.
DIMITRI
Margo? Yes, I'm with him. He is drinking beer already if you can believe that. I told him not to. I even bought him tea.
(PAUSE)
Say, can you get away again this week? You know I love you.
So last night I was DJing (and I gotta say I was on) and this girl wrote her name and number onto an Etch A Sketch and handed it to me in the both. Of course we went home and had wild sex. The next morning, like right now-- as I drink beer and watch football she walks around topless and in panties, and she comes back to bed and asks, who is that passed out in your toilet. I said that's my actor. She said he has puke all over him. I said I know he is a method actor. She asked what we were working on so I gave her the script. She read it and said, after a guy takes a shit won't the seat be down.
!!!!!!
Back to the drawing board. But first back to the blow jobs.
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Movie On Up (Primal Scream Steal)
I did my short film today and it was hard work. But the actors surprised me with their professionalism. I got great establishing shots around Tompkins Sq Park. I got steam coming out of a drain pipe, fire escapes, delis, fruit stands, the red building that shoots to the sky, the Joe Strummer tribute, the Twin Towers memorial, the mosaics that are on the walls and EastVillage.com, and the park statue.
It was hard work and the hard work was worth it. It felt really good to be a part of something. I always think that it is productive and sexy to be making some sort of art. And I don't want to be a farty arsebag, but to just do something, make something that hasn't been created before feels real good. When I write it's me alone drunk living on false ambition and no hope. Today I showed up sober and took control. I can understand the humbleness of famous artists and that is all well and good. For the group assembled today we were ramble shackle misfits who went and did it and even though we got a little flack for not having our shooting permit we pulled it off. A smile to Miss. 5-0 by Nicole let us finish the project.
After the shoot we went to Flatbush Ave. in Brooklyn to look at the dailies. No matter where I have been, even in Africa, I've never walked the streets where I have been the only white person. It made me think; the way it always does about racial diversity relations in America. All the houses were nice and the blocks on Leffuts were well kept. I know the history of the neighborhood and hoped the violence was over. I'm not sure if these thoughts made me conscientious or a predict prejudice. Though it didn't stop me from checking out the beautiful black girls. We didn't get fucked with.
When we were done the method actor and me took a long walk in the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens and Prospect Park. We went into the Library, saw the War Arch and then took the Q train home. Over the Manhattan Bridge I watched the sunset over the Statue of Liberty.
I'm not sure if I'm better personally though I'm glad to have done it. Like I was writing before it is better to do something than to do nothing. It's too bad the guy with the editing equipment was intervened with and was shipped off to a rehab in Palm Springs yesterday. That will teach him to spend a weekend with me. Now I have to find someone with a computer that has what I need. Let me know if you can help.
If you are interested in how I pulled off the script with the guy taking a dump and the girlfriend still falls in and sits in his shit I've included that little bit below.
DIM
Wait. If you took a dump wouldn't the seat be down?
ROB
Yes, but after the dump I stood up to flush. Then I had a little left.
DIM
A little left?
ROB
Yes, I still had to pee. I was hung over, you know. I had to squirt a little more out. So I lifted the seat and had a tinkle.
DIM
Tinkle?
All music in the film is by Super Fucking Furry Animals. As I suspect anyone reading this doesn't speak Welsh I think I won't get busted for using their great music without their authority. The tunes in question are Fire In My Heart & If You Don't Want Me To Destroy You. (Except the editing guy shipped off to Rehab. During the wrap party we played for you: Something 4 The Weekend.)
PS ----I've been drunk and wasted for the last 20 posts. If you are sick of the quality of these NYC Scribbles I'll try a little self-control and editing. If it doesn't fuck with the spontaneity, mind you. It's all a demo and first take ya know.
It was hard work and the hard work was worth it. It felt really good to be a part of something. I always think that it is productive and sexy to be making some sort of art. And I don't want to be a farty arsebag, but to just do something, make something that hasn't been created before feels real good. When I write it's me alone drunk living on false ambition and no hope. Today I showed up sober and took control. I can understand the humbleness of famous artists and that is all well and good. For the group assembled today we were ramble shackle misfits who went and did it and even though we got a little flack for not having our shooting permit we pulled it off. A smile to Miss. 5-0 by Nicole let us finish the project.
After the shoot we went to Flatbush Ave. in Brooklyn to look at the dailies. No matter where I have been, even in Africa, I've never walked the streets where I have been the only white person. It made me think; the way it always does about racial diversity relations in America. All the houses were nice and the blocks on Leffuts were well kept. I know the history of the neighborhood and hoped the violence was over. I'm not sure if these thoughts made me conscientious or a predict prejudice. Though it didn't stop me from checking out the beautiful black girls. We didn't get fucked with.
When we were done the method actor and me took a long walk in the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens and Prospect Park. We went into the Library, saw the War Arch and then took the Q train home. Over the Manhattan Bridge I watched the sunset over the Statue of Liberty.
I'm not sure if I'm better personally though I'm glad to have done it. Like I was writing before it is better to do something than to do nothing. It's too bad the guy with the editing equipment was intervened with and was shipped off to a rehab in Palm Springs yesterday. That will teach him to spend a weekend with me. Now I have to find someone with a computer that has what I need. Let me know if you can help.
If you are interested in how I pulled off the script with the guy taking a dump and the girlfriend still falls in and sits in his shit I've included that little bit below.
DIM
Wait. If you took a dump wouldn't the seat be down?
ROB
Yes, but after the dump I stood up to flush. Then I had a little left.
DIM
A little left?
ROB
Yes, I still had to pee. I was hung over, you know. I had to squirt a little more out. So I lifted the seat and had a tinkle.
DIM
Tinkle?
All music in the film is by Super Fucking Furry Animals. As I suspect anyone reading this doesn't speak Welsh I think I won't get busted for using their great music without their authority. The tunes in question are Fire In My Heart & If You Don't Want Me To Destroy You. (Except the editing guy shipped off to Rehab. During the wrap party we played for you: Something 4 The Weekend.)
PS ----I've been drunk and wasted for the last 20 posts. If you are sick of the quality of these NYC Scribbles I'll try a little self-control and editing. If it doesn't fuck with the spontaneity, mind you. It's all a demo and first take ya know.
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Girls Girls Girls
The Beastie Boys have grown up but I still like Girls, Girls, Girls. I don't know. It's the little things they do. I mean they all, each and everyone one of them has something that makes me love them a little. And besides, they are girls, ya know. Pretty, funny, smart girls spending their time with me. I mean so much to like, what's not to like. Except that they never really do what I want, and I'm sure I don't do what they want. Like just last night I was dead tired and it was like 5 in the morning, plus daylights saving time, so it was like 6 in the morning and this girl wanted to take the subway home. I was like just stay over, and she was like no, she wanted to go home. I said okay. She asked me if I'd walk her to the stop and I said no. I was so tired I couldn't even stand. But what a bastard I was. I did tell her to text me to make sure she got home okay. I mean I wanted her to feel like I cared for her safety. But of course I was asleep before the text ever came.
So we are not all just getting along or the connection just isn't there on all levels. People have written whole books on the subject- strangely or maybe not so strangely regarding this whole phenomenon and planets in outer space. I don't know. Because these are books I never read.
Last night I was DJing and when I'm playing music the world fades away and everything is better. I don't care about relationships. I don't need human contact. I have more records than I do friends. This is on purpose. Or at least I tell myself that it is.
I'm missing the greatest love of my life. I miss Paris. In Paris I had the city. She is a woman and whenever I was lonely I could take comfort walking her streets. New York is another great walking town. But it is brash like a great strenuous fuck. It can make you cum but it never gives you a shoulder to cry on.
I should have walked her to the subway stop.
So we are not all just getting along or the connection just isn't there on all levels. People have written whole books on the subject- strangely or maybe not so strangely regarding this whole phenomenon and planets in outer space. I don't know. Because these are books I never read.
Last night I was DJing and when I'm playing music the world fades away and everything is better. I don't care about relationships. I don't need human contact. I have more records than I do friends. This is on purpose. Or at least I tell myself that it is.
I'm missing the greatest love of my life. I miss Paris. In Paris I had the city. She is a woman and whenever I was lonely I could take comfort walking her streets. New York is another great walking town. But it is brash like a great strenuous fuck. It can make you cum but it never gives you a shoulder to cry on.
I should have walked her to the subway stop.
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I have no idea what this is. But it will end badly for me
You've got to tolerate all those people those people that you hate/ I'm not in love with you but I won't hold that against that you. –SFA (the Blue Tank is not included)
I feel so good. I feel so drunk. I've been up for 6 hours this Sunday morning with 2 hours sleep the night before and 3 ½ of those hours I've been watching the Packers and drinking 10 pints of Stella. Unlike the rest of the cunts I skipped the Buffalo Wings. But those teams lost.
I called Burnt Face Jake. Who I love and I know the boy loves me. Of course it won't last. None of this will last. But today while watching the Packers in a sorta sports bar all the Washington DC Redskins fans were yellin' “Go Kerry� every time Green Bay scored. Yes, New York is a very democratic town. Should I go so far as to say liberal? Yes it is. Maybe sometimes if you find the love of your life in this city you can find a shoulder to cry on. For me it hasn't happened. Yet. Who knows what will happen to me. I have a reoccurring dream where I live in a trailer park in northern Wisconsin. On the down side it's not really where I want to end up. On the up side I wouldn't miss any Packers games. But hell-fuck it all at the moment. I live in NYC and this is my life and this is the only city I want to live in. (Paris can wait) And I can see any game I make an effort to.
Besides now I am home with the new SUPER FURRY ANIMALS singles collection and drunk off my ass. And life can't be better. No more 4 years. LOOOOOOOOOVE
I feel so good. I feel so drunk. I've been up for 6 hours this Sunday morning with 2 hours sleep the night before and 3 ½ of those hours I've been watching the Packers and drinking 10 pints of Stella. Unlike the rest of the cunts I skipped the Buffalo Wings. But those teams lost.
I called Burnt Face Jake. Who I love and I know the boy loves me. Of course it won't last. None of this will last. But today while watching the Packers in a sorta sports bar all the Washington DC Redskins fans were yellin' “Go Kerry� every time Green Bay scored. Yes, New York is a very democratic town. Should I go so far as to say liberal? Yes it is. Maybe sometimes if you find the love of your life in this city you can find a shoulder to cry on. For me it hasn't happened. Yet. Who knows what will happen to me. I have a reoccurring dream where I live in a trailer park in northern Wisconsin. On the down side it's not really where I want to end up. On the up side I wouldn't miss any Packers games. But hell-fuck it all at the moment. I live in NYC and this is my life and this is the only city I want to live in. (Paris can wait) And I can see any game I make an effort to.
Besides now I am home with the new SUPER FURRY ANIMALS singles collection and drunk off my ass. And life can't be better. No more 4 years. LOOOOOOOOOVE
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Bright lights Big cCty and all that
And I mean the things I like. Big City life.
I gotta go Tony's is coming, shit it's a kid who wants candy. I thought this building was controled. I guess I can give them some......pumpkins
I gotta go Tony's is coming, shit it's a kid who wants candy. I thought this building was controled. I guess I can give them some......pumpkins
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It ain't Shellshock if you are drunk enough
I went out last night and had a great time. Ya know, despite the election outcome. Okay that is a lie. I made the best of it: and by that I mean I went to the only all Guinness pub in the world (if you don't count St. James Gate), danced to Irish music, shouted when Kerry won a state- I didn't shout often, shamelessly put my hand down girls' tops who I didn't know, had sex with the understudy of the lead girl in the musical Mamma Mia in the bogs while she sung Dancing Queen into my ear, took six taxis and never paid, had a group hug with Nabi and Etch a Sketch, stayed up all night watching the wee hours of lost dreams, see I couldn't sleep because I was given diet pills by an x lover, I thought no time like the end of the world so I popped them all. I think the x lover was trying to tell me something, but I only used them to get high. So it was six in the morning with me speeding out with high times at the end of the world, the only way to go out. I know it only feels that way. Hopefully. The headlines are 'America Has Spoken' It doesn't seem like America listened to me. And I even went out of my way to vote in Wisconsin because yesterday I was niave and thought it would mean something.
Around ten I hit the streets to get the pulse of New York. I wanted to see if the city was in shellshock. It was pretty much the confusion of normal. Only in Union Sq did I hear desperate defeat. I walked up to Democracy Plaza—Rockefeller Square, and tried to glace a look at the sad map, with all the red covering the septic tank of the States, I waved to Katie Curric, toured an old Air Force One plane and asked the lady behind the red rope for some Freedom Fries, got re-drunk in a pub in the middle of the afternoon while watching the Championship League and was hyper aware that the games I watched took place in the old towns of Europe—far, far way. I called a girl and made a fool of myself. Called Tommy and Tom. Called another girl and it made me miss her madly. Hopefully I'm in her thoughts.
So then just another 24 hours in the life of McCutcheon. Life goes on as usual, only ya know it doesn't feel the same. I mean I think I would have even given up the fuck with the understudy to guarantee a Kerry victory. The sacrifices I'm willing to make for this country I love. I'm a true patriot.
Around ten I hit the streets to get the pulse of New York. I wanted to see if the city was in shellshock. It was pretty much the confusion of normal. Only in Union Sq did I hear desperate defeat. I walked up to Democracy Plaza—Rockefeller Square, and tried to glace a look at the sad map, with all the red covering the septic tank of the States, I waved to Katie Curric, toured an old Air Force One plane and asked the lady behind the red rope for some Freedom Fries, got re-drunk in a pub in the middle of the afternoon while watching the Championship League and was hyper aware that the games I watched took place in the old towns of Europe—far, far way. I called a girl and made a fool of myself. Called Tommy and Tom. Called another girl and it made me miss her madly. Hopefully I'm in her thoughts.
So then just another 24 hours in the life of McCutcheon. Life goes on as usual, only ya know it doesn't feel the same. I mean I think I would have even given up the fuck with the understudy to guarantee a Kerry victory. The sacrifices I'm willing to make for this country I love. I'm a true patriot.
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Wet & Winded Croaking like Tom Waits
Well I spent the evening talking to an editor who lives up the street on 2 Ave. And it seems like that it will be a good match. We sat down and talked about the film and he is a good guy. He plotted out the scenes and shots and it all made sense to me. I respect his vision and talent and am giving him control. And it didn't hurt that he told me the script was great. He said it was funny, and sad and just like life. He gave it to his girlfriend and she loved it too.
On the way home from the meeting, walking in the rain, Kyle calls and said he was on a plane. Just got another call and he is in a taxi on the way over. Kyle and I once drank for five days straight in Paris. We lived on booze and one big bag of peanuts. The bender only stopped after a crazy Brazilian girl I was sleeping with peed on his head.
Does it never stop? I'm out of breath. But not as out of breath as I will be when I'm dead. I'm sure Kyle and I will end up pissed this whole weekend, but lucky for Kyle I don't know any girls crazy enough to piss on one of my friends to get me to stop drinking just so I can fuck her.
On the way home from the meeting, walking in the rain, Kyle calls and said he was on a plane. Just got another call and he is in a taxi on the way over. Kyle and I once drank for five days straight in Paris. We lived on booze and one big bag of peanuts. The bender only stopped after a crazy Brazilian girl I was sleeping with peed on his head.
Does it never stop? I'm out of breath. But not as out of breath as I will be when I'm dead. I'm sure Kyle and I will end up pissed this whole weekend, but lucky for Kyle I don't know any girls crazy enough to piss on one of my friends to get me to stop drinking just so I can fuck her.
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this is not good
so Kyle picked up a girl on Ludlow and she brought out her cocaine. And she got us super high. Then she left about an hour after Nabi left. And then she rang the bell. She lost her drugs. Kyle and I have been searching for them ever since. like an hour and a half. We have torn the place apart. Any hints Pax Acidus? Sloth is in Texas so he is off the hook. Tonight started so good. Now it is scethchy.....call a doctor pretty baby we need help.
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