Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Yankees win 2 -1 !!!
I have this quiet dead end feeling today. Woke up at 230 this morning and Blazing Saddles was on. Of course I had to watch it. My new thing is getting up early instead of staying up all fucking night. I feel better this week, tethered somehow to a sweeter kind of helplessness... There's about a foot and a half of snow in the yard and every once in awhile a squirrels head will pop up and look around, a very bizarre wack-a-mole scene. I think what was a mild winter has tricked them and now they are really fucked... I just watched the Yankees beat the Red Sox 2-1, the YES network is a truly great thing, today's classic game was from 6-6-06. I need baseball. It is such a time consuming passion of mine. Last year I was too drunk to care but this year I'm already compiling stats and following every trade rumour. I really need something productive to do, retirement is dragging on me!!!
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Monday, January 29, 2007
Clearing My Brain
-I would hope most people concede that the U.S. will not go on forever. Just like all of the civilizations that we give the mystique treatment to (greeks, egyptians, mayans, mermaids) we will one day loose this land, or leave it.
-What will happen to all the art? What will survive? You have to say sculpture has the edge, things like Davis Smith's steel legos. But what's going to stick around? I think Warhol would just be overlooked as crap by that point. Luckily DVD's will not regenerate for millions of years. Now if we could design a DVD player to last longer than six months we would be in great shape.
-Why am I always broke this time of year? Oh yeah, I don't make shit for money.
-Magnolia is a great movie, specifically for the beginning sequence which illustrates some urban legends. I think all of us, when we hear a crazy strory, all us experience an explosion of imagination in our brains. That must be what imagination was like before TV.
-You Tube....poor man's tivo.
-I have entre envy
-Do not purchase a puppy or kittens, it's like picking a three year old as your best friend. Eventually you get sick of they're crying and lack of potty skills.
-A reporter went around the streets of NY asking people if they thought Barak Obama was a dangerous threat to U.S. security. They all said yes! Get ready for another "election".
-Lastly, if you don't know who Malcolm Gladwell is...go to gladwell.com...he is a really good read.
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Friday, January 26, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
decree
Bartles and James will only be dealing with weather. Bartles and James will only be dealing with weather and television. Bartles and James will only be dealing with weather and television and baseball. Bartles and James will only be dealing with weather and television and baseball and giraffes.
- Weather- made the mistake of going outside tonight to warm up and brush off my mother's car with just my house slippers on. it was a cold that froze my toe bones then my ankle bones then my leg bones then my ass off. I'm not sure how cold a witch's tit is, but I'm sure four degrees is colder...
- Television- ace of cakes is the only television show worth watching. if i was stuck on a deserted island with only one half hour of television to watch, it would be Thursday at ten thirty on the food network. ace of cakes just fucking rocks!!!
- Baseball- i found "all" of my baseball cards today. thousands of cards I'd spent so much time and money and passion as a child collecting. i say "all" because as it turns out, my brother sold all of the one's that were worth any money for pot money when he was in high school. i would have done the same if i wasn't so high when i was in high school to realize i could have sold them.
- Giraffes- giraffes do not exist...
Posted by Anonymous at 11:32 PM 0 comments
Weather Only
Weather will be the only topic discussed on Bartles and James... With nicotine cravings I just want to punch the snow in the nose. I believe in wind chill- I believe in lake effect- I believe this is the storm watching feeling I've been wanting for awhile. It's so bright , even without the sun. My eyes are crossed. Shovelling gives me backache and heart attack. baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.pffffffffffffffffffffffffft. what? Let's go sledding tonight! Ha!!!
...LAKE EFFECT SNOW WARNING IN EFFECT UNTIL 1 PM EST FRIDAY...
THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE IN BUFFALO HAS ISSUED A LAKE EFFECT SNOW WARNING...WHICH IS IN EFFECT UNTIL 1 PM EST FRIDAY. THE LAKE EFFECT SNOW ADVISORY IS NO LONGER IN EFFECT.
MULTIPLE BANDS OF LAKE EFFECT SNOW WILL BECOME BETTER ORGANIZED TONIGHT AS WINDS BECOME WELL ALIGNED FROM THE NORTHWEST. ACCUMULATIONS OF 4 TO 8 INCHES ARE EXPECTED TONIGHT IN THE MOST PERSISTENT BANDS...WITH ADDITIONAL ACCUMULATIONS OF 2 TO 4 INCHES POSSIBLE ON FRIDAY. THE LAKE SNOWS ARE EXPECTED TO DIMINISH IN INTENSITY BY EARLY AFTERNOON.
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Tuesday, January 23, 2007
THE 100TH POST
Celebrating the 100th Bartles and James post. For census reasons only the breakdown goes :
- 59 by brother james
- 37 by brother bartles
- 3 by nicole never sleeps
- 1 by goldielox (whatever became of goldielox?)
100 posts does not actually mean 100 meaningful posts. If we go back to October 19th not much has changed. At least not from Brother James' perspective. At some point I stopped looking for employment and officially retired from life. what a mess.I've quit alcohol and relapsed at least twenty times. We passed through holidays that really did not exist. Stuck in the world war. Stuck in everything. right now my car stuck in a huge pile of snow.
But I'm up always for looking forward. Bartles and James continues on towards another 100 posts. Better Brighter Faster. the rounder we go the faster we get.....
I WANT TO LIVE/ spacehog
Young girl its not only you,But only you can decide.When everythings rosey here,And you've made up your mind.
Then come back child cause its cold outside,You mama don't care and its dark in here,She said, i'm faceless and lonely,I ain't too sure But, I want to live just a little bit more.To shine like an angel, ride like a whore,I want to live just a little bit more.
Want something thats something here,Its more than money could buy.Ten dollars a guitar is a pop back then,Behind the loving she hides.
So come back child cause its cold outside,Your daddy's gone square and its dark up there.You know, i'm faceless and lonely,I ain't too sure But, I want to live just a little bit more.To shine like an angel, ride like a whore,I want to live just a little bit more.
Faceless and lonely,I ain't to sure But, I want to live just a little bit more.To shine like an angel, ride like a whore,I want to live just a little bit more.
Posted by Anonymous at 4:05 PM 0 comments
My temple
I have posed with statues, pretended to be a professor and succeeded, posted politcal pamphlets, I've urinated, I've vomited, kicked out of school, been accepted back, slept on the floor, fallen asleep in the snow, been in car crashes, made love to women and girls, written the best stuff, failed the easiest tests, fallen off a roof, and said I'll never come back only to eat those words.
all under the watch of this clock.
Posted by Anonymous at 2:51 PM 2 comments
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Friday, January 19, 2007
I only give you my situation
Traded alcohol for xanax plus the final theatre showing of Marie Antoinette last night. I was going to go it alone as a part of my new resolution to accept my psychosis and go it alone more often but Cory wanted to come and I couldn't resist the desire for affectionate company. I am weak.
That movie gives me the most intense feeling, gorged on contentment. It's.
nice.
I invited him in for "sixty minutes" cos I'm sooo clever and cute and funny!! AH AHA. I was way too comfortable from the drugs and that movie. I was laying down on my bed with my legs up against the wall and my hair on my face going "Oh my goooddd I serioossly hate Justin Timberlake right nowwwww." Blushed cheeks and putting on the Cure and violently cuddly affection. In the morning he emailed me a story he had written about our other night together. There were bees in my closet in the story and he had to ask them not to sting me and they said okay. I'm a sucker for crazy boys who are writers and also have girlfriends, apparently.
But today I felt great. Guilt-free! Woke up covered in dried menstrual blood and went downtown to pick something up. The girl in the office at school gave me my book and said my full name like it was very magical. "Uh yeah, thats me."
"I'm in your Queer Studies class"
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't notice"
I should've been nicer but it just doesn't come naturally. I walked all the way home in the warm spritzing rain. It felt great. I'm trying to not drink all weekend. We'll see. JC is trying to get me to go out. My husband-ish keeps texting me about how sad it is we aren't together. And Abbey Road is on again.
But oh, that magic feeling.
Oh, where to go?
Its a stretch, brother james, but I have a little hope today. Soon we'll be away from here, step on the gas and wipe that tear away.
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Thursday, January 18, 2007
television has blown up my mind, god dammit!!!
Posted by Anonymous at 5:39 PM 1 comments
California here we come, right back where we started from
Yesterday it snowed 3 inches and the whole city shut down. My classes were cancelled, banks closed and people were crazy with joy. We sat in the bar (me, JC, KR and Adri) watching people on Hawthorne. People were straight up skiing all serious down the street. One guy was being pulled by a truck on his snowboard. JC couldn't resist the temptation to run outside and challenge some random guy across the street to a snowball fight (he accepted the challenge). We also saw that guy she fucked from the hot dog stand walking down the street with his gf. They looked pretty normal. I'll never trust anyone again.
We had a flask filled with whiskey and we were drunk by 2pm. Fashioned 'sleds' out of some random plastic thingies and went up to Mt. Tabor. I felt giddy with snow lust and warm whiskey and basically just threw myself down the hill when our 'sleds' failed miserably. It was fucking beautiful up there, all snowy. Everyone was out and about and so happy.
We headed over to the bar around midnight. Me and JC had a pathetic snowball battle on the way. When we got to the bar area there were about 30 people in an across-the-street snowball war. We watched from the bar window as the cops came and then people just kept throwing snowballs at the cop car.
KR and Cory showed up from work and they said someone had moved the contruction cones on Hawthorne to block the whole street off, so their cab just ran over the cones. At this point I had been drinking for almost 12 hours and it was starting to hit me. So when the bars let out and snowball madness commenced I just felt kinda sad. I held one snowball in my hand just smoothing it to perfection. Cory asked if he should sleep in my bed. I said I guessed so. I gave him a glass of water and two orange slices. I woke him when I came to bed and we stayed up till 6am. I somehow spilled an entire glass of water onto myself and the bed so we slept together all close on the far side of the bed. It's a pretty good trick to turn a random sex night into a cuddly rendez-vous. I should send it as a tip to Cosmo.
"Do you believe in ghosts?"
"Why, do you think there's a ghost here?"
"Uh. I don't know. Do you believe in God?"
"... Yeah... Do you?"
"Yeah" I whispered, barely speaking. I kissed his forearm and he kissed my head. We woke at 9:30 when his girlfriend called 5 times in a row.
School was cancelled again today. I swear to god people just hate working here and will cancel for any reason possible. Which is fine with me. I think I might take the greyhound to San Francisco next weekend. I need to get out of this fucking place.
By the way, I've never actually seen an episode of the O.C. But I do love that Phantom Planet song.
Posted by Anonymous at 3:12 AM 2 comments
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Trophies
Sailing, America's Cup, classic, but very outdated...you know what? I love it.
This is the newly created "World Baseball Classic" trophy, this is a baseball tournament where the entire world is invited, assuming they can put a team together. I'm very much a modern art fan, but again with the pointy edges! How are you supposed to not get hurt by these trophies in the heat of celebration? The chrome reminds me of when I bought cd's and I got my fingerprints all over the liner notes. Again, I like it but I don't love it.
Posted by Anonymous at 7:27 PM 4 comments
snow blind. yesterday's ice has formed a glacier around my car. after half an hour of struggling to gain any sort of entrance i gave up and decided to wait till spring before i go anywhere again. i realized today that i am a very negligent parent. i adopted the hydrant across the street in 1991, i even had a certificate of adoption, but i can't remember the last time i even bothered to clear the snow away from it. i think i did it once, in 1991, and its just been sitting there teeming with resentment ever since...
(or is it harboring resentment) (does it matter?)
is there anything worse than snow shoveling?
just as soon as i finished shoveling the driveway it was covered with snow again.
so back inside and sweeping the floor and dancing with the broom and belle and sebastian on left of center 26, and somehow my dream of being a big tough guy and driving cross country robbing banks seems extremely preposterous... i was reminded of my favorite thing about that bus job i used to have, cleaning buses in the middle of the middle of the night, dancing and singing to myself... i should become a butler, call me bukowski belvedere solving some strange families problems by day and robbing them blind of liquor and possessions by night. i should start my own charles in charge service, what did he do anyways?....somehow i always end up a buddy lembeck instead.
i couldn't convince my brother to go sledding today. i dont think he'll ever fully forgive me for leaving him out of a lot of these things when we were kids. we'd only let him sled with us on the hopes that he'd fall into the creek. and he usually did...cold blooded old times.
***IMPORTANT EDIT***
I did not adopt the hydrant across the street, that was adopted by the girl who lived next door, I actually adopted some hydrant down the street (i think on the corner of galen). unfortunately, i did not take care of that one either, but i dont feel so bad now about neglecting the one just across the street. why would i care about a hydrant in front of someone else's house? you'd think my brain's proclivity to retain and recall so many inconsequential facts would be of some greater benefit...........
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Sunday, January 14, 2007
who loves the sun?
and it's already begun, just as "they" forecast. i can hear that crinkling sound, and excuse me, dear reader, that is the only way to describe it. when the skies decide to bleed ice. and it immediately brings me back to '91 and being ten years old, going to the curb with the trash and returning inside to tell my father that something was not right outside. little did i know that it would mean a week off from school and two weeks without power. and those bizarre nights where the whole family slept in the same room and had kerosene hallucinations. it may have been fun then, we still had a sandbox in the yard, it wasn't ours but i remember it, but i could never survive a week or two in this house without power with my parents now. i hope we are just getting the ass end of this storm that seems to be icing over most of the country... anyways, so much for inspiration. I've been in bed for awhile now. Friday night i ate some bad chicken parm, at least that's my theory. instead of writing I've been guzzling pepto and sleeping and thinking that i need a drastic change in my diet. no one should eat a sandwich that's larger than their forearm. i swear,this city would deepfry water if it was possible.... in fact i should write a diet book with the first rule being: hold it up to your forearm. if it's bigger - don't eat it... i'm not sure why i am even still up, i'm going to bed and wrap myself in tight and hope the power is still on so that i can listen to howard in the morning......
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Saturday, January 13, 2007
Ok- A series of events
Apparently I fail in showing passioned interest in the Russian Revolution. My roommates and I were at the bar and JC says to KR: "I'll tell you this because no one else cares"
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The next day JC mistook my coldness as being caused by my having overheard her fucking a guy she met at the hot dog stand the night before. However, I had no knowledge of such an event. But it gives me time to build up my Russian Revolution love without her noticing.
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I have these two new friends who took me to the mall and got my ears pierced. "Instant lady-ness!" they exclaimed. I also bought the tightest of tight jeans ever and we played girl talk at my house. They left at one am and I drank an entire bottle of wine alone and sat in a chair texting Cory. Or rather, writing out drafts of texts and then deleting them. I cannot deny that this a true low point in my life. I was up until 6 am when I finally just passed out. But not before I hit the glorious paranoia plateau of intoxication. During which I paced around the house with my cell phone (for emergencies) and some mace tucked into the waistband of my shorts, turning the heat up and down and locking and unlocking doors . It was really cold and I don't know why I was wearing shorts. But this is America and if we can't walk around our houses in shorts even when its 26 degrees outside, what the fuck are we living for?
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2 suicides in my family since September. The first of my family members I know to die. My mother switched gears into hard drugs and refused to see me when I was in Mass. My husband (ish) drank too much on New Years and pushed me and knocked all the glasses off the counter, screaming at me, threatening suicide. I don't really think of these things. They happened (or I found out they happened) almost 2 weeks ago. I can't even comprehend. Instead, I focus on tight jeans, bad movies, moving the furniture and trying to break up Cory and his gf. Superficiality is a delicious drug.
Posted by Anonymous at 10:04 PM 3 comments
Friday, January 12, 2007
Personal Days
I went hiking this afternoon and fell in love with the mutt I hate most of the time-- I woke up early and got a job doing something I've never done before--I smoked a joint with the guys who made my lunch and one of them threw up-- Cooked a dinner that was more than satisfactory--I faked sick at work for the second day in a row-- I dressed up in a suit and looked like a million bucks-- I talked real estate over dinner with a fellow co-worker I bartended with once-- I listened to Howard in despair about the O.J trial for hours-- I sang to Lee "Scratch" Perry's "I'm A Psychiatrist" again today!-- I heard a close friend broke his hand today, but I haven't called yet--
Posted by Anonymous at 9:12 PM 1 comments
some new writing rools...
i am imploring you, Bartles! to find the original writing rools. if indeed those still exist. until then, here are some new ones...
- Inflatable Hearts
If you want to write creamed corn, write it. I want to write like that Everwood show, heartwarming stories about morality and forgiveness, never as edgy as those Gilmore Girls...
- Too Little
Pick up where Hemingway's spent shotgun shells left off. Eliminate any and all useless words. Spend a lifetime trying to "write one true sentence..."
- Too Much
Write with nothing but unnecessary words. Like McClanahan, use three or more pages to describe a pubic itch.
- Grammar School
Learn about punctuation, capitol letters, and the very fundamentals of grammar and it's use within the english language. Just learn it, you do not have to use it.
- Beauty in Bank Heists
"Sans haine, Sans violence, et Sans arme"
You can borrow here and there from your friends stories, but it is advised that you tell them first. You never know when your lotto numbers will hit, and then you'll have a lot of explaining to do. If you are going to steal you should do so w/o hatred, violence, weapons. elevate everyone always... Do not end up like our Bonnie and Clyde.
- Avoid Senseless Destruction
Treat all your writing like the library of fucking congress. DO NOT burn all yr. notebooks. DO NOT leave all your writing in the apartment you are being evicted from. You will only have to write it all over again, and you will, taking away energy from the NEW writing you should always be doing.
- There Is No Original Thought
Everything has been written before. In every form. It has been written much more effectively and ever so beautifully. What matters most is how you respond to this threat.
Posted by Anonymous at 9:04 PM 2 comments
god bless us.
up all night with the Permanent War. what has been accomplished this week. we bombed some dudes in somalia. we sent 21,000 or so more men and women to iraq in an attempt to "win the war". manhattan smelled for a couple hours? and i was just watching a news update about an explosion at the us embassy in athens.(12.41 am). i just want to watch conan and try to get to sleep... republicans against bush? i'm beginning to actually write a novel? well it will be words on paper in a pile, we'll call it something when we're done. the world's not supposed to end till 2012. it's gonna be a long hard time. god bless us.
(i'll update in the morning if i ever get to sleep...)
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Thursday, January 11, 2007
rough ideas part1
i've been trying today to read about nathaniel rochester but my focus keeps shifting back to sam patch. i'm not sure when this obsession began with me, but it certainly does persist. and that ridiculous bear cub he was dragging around from bar to bar while he was drumming up interest and drinking whisky in the hours leading up to his fateful jump.
sam patch wasn't even a rochesterian.
i think i'd have much more fun if i place nathaniel rochester in a spaceship that crashes in a field just off the banks of the genesee. he also needs something like a talking duck that he carries around beneath his left arm. i have no intent on writing any factual history, by the way, just the history that makes sense to me.
there is only so much i can read about grist mills and rope and nail factories.
...maybe a talking duck that only tells hackney jokes about someone walking into a bar with a talking duck...
...a spaceship which was repaired by seneca indians and later used to transport escaped slaves on the underground railroad...
Posted by Anonymous at 3:13 PM 5 comments
who cares?
Bartles was right. It's about baby steps.
so i think i am going to change my focus on this blog. i will use it as a kind of journal on the writing process as i attempt to write my history ,the history of alcoholism, and the history of a city that I'll never escape from. this is where i embrace them all. ha!!!
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Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
shithouse mouse
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Sunday, January 07, 2007
Antietam Mattress Massacre
Hang in there, indeed!!!
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Saturday, January 06, 2007
congradualtaions!
I've seen so many things that made me wonder But sometimes it's hard to tell I said "Take your time" But no one was listening I walk a thin line They told me that I never would recover Still some say they knew me well I said "Stay by my side" But no one said nothin' I walk a thin line I said "Please toe the line" But no one was listening I walk a thin line I said "Fate takes time" But no one was listening I walk a thin line.
fleetwood mac/ Walk A Thin Line
Posted by Anonymous at 8:26 AM 2 comments
Friday, January 05, 2007
Cash Only
I wake up every day to the sound of a barking dog. Then I roll over and snuggle...until my alarm goes off. Stephanie gets up and shuts off the alarm (which is a phone) and snuggles. We listen to the dog bark and then after a few minutes I lunge over her and look at the clock, if the time is close enough I get up and put on snowboard pants and jacket and walk to the car. "I love you," I mumble. "OK, have a good day," whatever that means.
The steering wheel is always freezing cold ( I eventually bought gloves).
The windshield is usually frozen but rarely covered with snow, I start the car and put it in reverse (though I cannot see where I am backing to, I just know instinctively) then I use windshield washer to defrost the ice so I can see ahead of me. This works approximately half the time, the other half I just drive straight and follow my gut.
I sing loudly to songs on the radio, "I'm A Pyschiatrist!" Just to wake myself up.
By the time I'm on the freeway I can barely see because the car is so fogged up. I gun the engine to eighty for about 20 minutes and then I'm in the sleepy ski village that employs me. There are people walking their dogs in the twilight. They gaze at my car as it blasts reggae through it's cracks. I stop for coffee and sometimes a warm muffin. "Thank You," I say in a crabby voice. I am coldest by far to the lady who runs the coffee shop, like she cares about me and my immediate needs? They don't take credit cards.
I park in a car garage. And then I walk through the lodge that is filled with foreign employees who have already started their day. They are Mexicans who work the lifts, they look tired. They are the Jamaicans who work in the kitchen, they always return my hello. I go past the gondola and down a flight of frozen metal stairways and unlock my office door. I turn on all the electronic stuff and turn up the heat and wait for the day to unfold.
This happens everyday, even on the days it doesn't.
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Thursday, January 04, 2007
variation on: The Shortest Days of the Year
Some of my best jobs have been in gas stations/corner stores. My first legitimate job was at the one and only Sunnie’s. I can remember sitting on an overturned milk crate in the walk in cooler about half an hour before closing. I was reading the Tibetan Book of the Dead at the time, or maybe I was just looking at it. In my walkman was The Best of Cream. It wasn’t an actual walkman, I don’t think I ever owned one of those, I always owned these GPX personal cassette players that Caldor sold for 9.99 or thereabouts. In the empty cassette case I had a bunch of "mushrooms." From inside the cooler I could peer out in between the beer bottles toward the front of the store and keep tabs on Sunnie’s location. Sunnie always ran the register, he still does, he just hires kids to stock the shelves and mop the floor. I was just waiting for the right time to eat the "mushrooms" and get my mop water ready for my final task of the night. I remember grabbing a snapple and munching at those "mushrooms" as quick as I could. Then I got my mop bucket out and went to the front of the store before Sunnie came looking for me, as he often did, I was usually in the back scribbling in notebooks and smoking cigarettes, thinking of better ways to steal beer without any chance of getting caught. I was a master thief. The only chance of ever getting caught was in my head. So I checked the clock and knew just how much time I had, I began to mop as O.M.C’s "How Bizarre" began playing on the store’s overhead speaker. "How Bizarre" was always playing and at that point in my life it always seemed to fit. I mopped up with my head down, and when I finished I went to the back and poured out the water in the slop sink, put on my hoodie and went to the front door to wait for Sunnie to finish closing out. It was the longest wait of my life. I had misjudged just how long it would take for the mushrooms to take effect. I should have eaten something first. Finally Sunnie went to the back and I could hear that clicking sound of switching breakers as the store lights went out in sync.
After what felt like an eternity, Sunnie came back up front and opened the door and I was free. After that it was just "She walks like a bearded rainbow" and having hands ten times their normal size that somehow managed to hold up the sky. Anyway, the rest doesn’t have to do with a gas station/ corner store at all. This was just the first one. The second store has many more stories, a full chapter of a book perhaps. I remember getting drunk and saying to myself "I’ll call it my gas station symphony." God Bless Sunnie’s. And now that he has satellite televison and radio it’s always aljazeera and bollywood movies and that great screaming nonsense that he plays on the overhead speaker nowadays. How bizarre, indeed. To be continued, endlessly.
Posted by Anonymous at 6:07 PM 1 comments
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
just a few quick points about today
-today i ate vegetables. they are a good thing
-my new iced water with cranberry splosh drink is also a good thing
-there is a full moon out. it is very accusatory. like a searchlight that's got you caught. left me with the feeling of "you've got to be kidding me..." if you don't believe me go out and see for yourself
-a city crew came by today and dug a huge hole in the front lawn. then they filled it in and went away. and no one knows just why
-i need to buy an ottoman. my legs get cramped sitting cross legged. the last ottoman i owned disappeared shortly after i tripped over it
-heartbeeps is a movie
Posted by Anonymous at 11:32 PM 3 comments
The Shortest Days of The Year
Been hanging around a gas station these days, talking to the cashiers Herb and Donald. Pretty soon me and Herb got into discussing money and politics. "It's no good," I say.
The store always smells like photocopies and plastic burning. Donald burns cardboard and old reciepts in the morning.
"A bunch of us get together on National Holidays and take over government buildings," Herb says one morning over coffee and the morning fire ritual. "It's kind of like a sleepover... only we do their paperwork for them...and we get drunk and tell stories of old times."
I nod and sip my morning coffee, things have sure gotten stranger lately. Herb colored his hair. Donald has started playing opera in the store, they keep asking me if I want a job here.
I keep all the chewing tobacco advertisements I want, but my grandma is starting to complain about the clutter in the garage. In the afternoon I take a marker and write on the calender in the kitchen. In purple writing I claim my independence from the house, "President's Week Vacation". In the evening I grab a twelve pack of my favorite beer in a can and a large bag of chips.
Sitting on the counter I proceed to get drunk and wait for the evening drunks to come in. One by one these days get shorter. I watch the front of the store while Donald makes phone calls and Herb heats up steak sandwiches looking at his roots in the black glass reflection.
Posted by Anonymous at 6:14 PM 1 comments
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
2oo7
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