Zach "Why are you asking him?" Kuhn
Not so much here, or here, but right here.
A few short notes, directly addressed to certain people:
David Schwimmer: You suck, you can't act, and you pussy foot and frown yer way around life while someone ten times as talented sits on a stool at some shitty Hollywood porno store. Enough, enough, enough, as Philip Seymore Hoffman would say.
Marcie:
Yes, there is indeed a real man named Lester Bangs. He's only the most important Non-fiction writer of the 70's. And you snore loud enough for me to hear through 8 inches of wood and plaster. Get a nose job, already.
Greg:
I've been told I'm not the one to write a guide to Normal/Bloomington because I spend most of my time "watching DVD's and sleeping". Pardon me for not wanting to sit in the living room and do the same shit, like the other people in this place. Anyway, it really depends on what night of the week it is. Sunday-Tuesday--forget about it, nothing to do except bars. Wednesday--Drink specials at the Stadium/Cellar with Karaoke and lots and lots and lots of mullets/handlebar mustaches/fat asses/skinny asses/hippies. Thursday: The Cellar/Stadium same as Wednesday, except more sweaty Leatherface T-Shirt wearing punks.
Friday-Saturday: the full gamet of bars/parties/orgies. I tend to avoid Friday nights here at all costs...something about the air and the fact that the Frat boys and girls are out in full effect (see the "Relaxing" incident). Basically yer normal Normal. And occasionally there are shows at the Prairie House or Agape, but I'll underline occasion.
Ryan:
We'll be there between 8 and 8:30. the show starts at 9:15.
Everyone else:
Keep ya head up.
The next five phone calls I would get in a perfect world would be: "Yeah, Zach, this is Matt Damon."; "Yeah, Zach, this is Matt Damon"; "Yeah, Zach, this is work, Yeah, we're going to goahead and move you back into the basement, yeah."; "Yeah, Zach, this is Flava Flav. Apparently, yer copy of "Fear of a Black Planet" has been unplayed for over six months. Could you do me a favor and answer the phone in case anyone calls (sure thing, Flav)"; and "Yeah, Zach, this is the new collapse".
In the stereo: "b/w constant hours" by the mtsthelens.
Not so much here, or here, but right here.
A few short notes, directly addressed to certain people:
David Schwimmer: You suck, you can't act, and you pussy foot and frown yer way around life while someone ten times as talented sits on a stool at some shitty Hollywood porno store. Enough, enough, enough, as Philip Seymore Hoffman would say.
Marcie:
Yes, there is indeed a real man named Lester Bangs. He's only the most important Non-fiction writer of the 70's. And you snore loud enough for me to hear through 8 inches of wood and plaster. Get a nose job, already.
Greg:
I've been told I'm not the one to write a guide to Normal/Bloomington because I spend most of my time "watching DVD's and sleeping". Pardon me for not wanting to sit in the living room and do the same shit, like the other people in this place. Anyway, it really depends on what night of the week it is. Sunday-Tuesday--forget about it, nothing to do except bars. Wednesday--Drink specials at the Stadium/Cellar with Karaoke and lots and lots and lots of mullets/handlebar mustaches/fat asses/skinny asses/hippies. Thursday: The Cellar/Stadium same as Wednesday, except more sweaty Leatherface T-Shirt wearing punks.
Friday-Saturday: the full gamet of bars/parties/orgies. I tend to avoid Friday nights here at all costs...something about the air and the fact that the Frat boys and girls are out in full effect (see the "Relaxing" incident). Basically yer normal Normal. And occasionally there are shows at the Prairie House or Agape, but I'll underline occasion.
Ryan:
We'll be there between 8 and 8:30. the show starts at 9:15.
Everyone else:
Keep ya head up.
The next five phone calls I would get in a perfect world would be: "Yeah, Zach, this is Matt Damon."; "Yeah, Zach, this is Matt Damon"; "Yeah, Zach, this is work, Yeah, we're going to goahead and move you back into the basement, yeah."; "Yeah, Zach, this is Flava Flav. Apparently, yer copy of "Fear of a Black Planet" has been unplayed for over six months. Could you do me a favor and answer the phone in case anyone calls (sure thing, Flav)"; and "Yeah, Zach, this is the new collapse".
In the stereo: "b/w constant hours" by the mtsthelens.
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