I. Pigeon Dealers/The Neu Kings of Motorik:
II. ALONE IN A SAN PABLO CASINO, SMOKING THE AMBIANCE: SECOND-HAND--->FIRST-HAND--->BAD HANDS:
a. You make $0.01 in winnings; become concerned over whether you should claim this on your tax return
III. TIBETAN-ISH GIFT SHOP: YOU KNOW MORE ABOUT IMPORTS THAN THEIR PURVEYOR: “That’s from Thailand.”/ “Really?”/ “Yes.”/ “But, um, it’s inscribed with Arabic.” / “Yes, Thailand.”/ “Okay…it also has a star and crescent. This isn’t a satang... You SURE it’s Thai?”/ “You buy?? You buy or no??”/ “Well, yeah, but...”
IV. CONSIDER TRAVELING TO SEE THE DALAI LAMA IN MAY, WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING WHY.
V. WALK 10 MILES, AT LEAST, FULLY UNDERSTANDING WHY.
VI. ARBOR DIVE-BOMB:
VII. POTENTIAL CHAPTER TITLES:
b.
VIII. MAN HAILING A BUS WITH A BIBLE
IX. GET STONED NEXT TO ONE OF SEVEN WATERFALLS
a. “THE OWLS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM”
X. TWEEZE A TICK OUT OF YOUR FRIEND’S ASS
XI. LINE OF INSANE, WHITE SEPTUAGENARIANS, ALL WAVING PALM FRONDS DOWN KEMPTON AVENUE, LED BY A PROUD EGYPTIAN WEARING A TURBAN.
a. They greet you (them: “Happy Palm Sunday”/you: “oh, right”); become embarrassed at how blurry is the divide between agnosticism and obliviousness to major world religions. Seek consolation in the fact that, according to whatever reality goes on inside your mind, this sort of thing is to be expected on any given day.
XII. SEE ONE OF THE GREATEST POST[?]-POST-PUNK[?] BANDS, ALONE
a. Your potential mission for next week: driving to Indio with dudes en route to see Metallica, Slayer, Megadeath, and Anthrax--->hitching a ride to Spahn Ranch with your sister--->pouring a splash of champagne onto its scorched earth in memory of Sharon Tate, and your own imagination.
a. Your potential mission for next week: driving to Indio with dudes en route to see Metallica, Slayer, Megadeath, and Anthrax--->hitching a ride to Spahn Ranch with your sister--->pouring a splash of champagne onto its scorched earth in memory of Sharon Tate, and your own imagination.
2 comments:
glad to see college beats out job in the hate dept. are those metal bands all playing together? sounds fucking RAD.
i will go if you buy my Wire ticket :> i seriously do not have the available funds but could more than likely repay the favor with R. Guthrie and B. Perry tickets PLUS DINNER AT YOUR CHOSEN NORTH BEACH LOCALE
DUDE it would be gnarlyyyy; however (dude), tickets are like $100 because life is an endless bummer designed to ruin me, specificallyyyy.
when the guys told me about it my brain went "metal + not being in oakland + being in the desert + ihatelogicbecausei'mfuckingwasted = YESSS." whatever, the 21st century needs its own HMPL. The first one doesn't document the cultural sea change brought about by sparkling waves of meth with nearly enough acuity (ENTER: MYSELF.)*
Can we get dinner at the place with all the Western European tourists? Those are nice.
HATE/HATE
*a person can maintain a blog and still remained employed. THOUGHTS?
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