Zook INcandenZA
Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity.
Seriously, Marcie needs to get some kind of ANTI-BLARG award for posting like 15 times a day. What time are you fucking getting up to post this much? By the time yer done today the post I wrote yesterday won't fit on the fucking page.
If I remember correctly, the house that burned down was the house that we were at last Saturday, where this dude had two holsters for his plastic pistol and kept yelling "Where's my gun?!?!?" and everybody would go, "Dude, its in yer hand" and he would go "Not this one, Motherfucker!". Poster child for raising the drinking age. Now they have no house, which is sad. It seriously looks like somebody hit the place with a bomb, it's still standing but its gutted to hell. When 2/5 of us lived above the bar, I always had this nightmare that the bar caught on fire and both stairwells were in flames and we had to jump out the windows only the trees that were in front of my window were on fire too, so I just died. Or woke up.
Tomorrow = student teaching interview at a chicago suburban school. Yikes.
Next five things I would save if my house was burning down: Picture my grandpa took of the intersection of rte.34 and 75th street from the 1940's; Van Morrison's
Astral Weeks; any remaining family members; VHS copy of Ryan Adams on David Letterman; and my lois lane t-shirt.
in the stereo: "Coney Island" by death cab for cutie.
Charity reeks of cheap wine and pity.
Seriously, Marcie needs to get some kind of ANTI-BLARG award for posting like 15 times a day. What time are you fucking getting up to post this much? By the time yer done today the post I wrote yesterday won't fit on the fucking page.
If I remember correctly, the house that burned down was the house that we were at last Saturday, where this dude had two holsters for his plastic pistol and kept yelling "Where's my gun?!?!?" and everybody would go, "Dude, its in yer hand" and he would go "Not this one, Motherfucker!". Poster child for raising the drinking age. Now they have no house, which is sad. It seriously looks like somebody hit the place with a bomb, it's still standing but its gutted to hell. When 2/5 of us lived above the bar, I always had this nightmare that the bar caught on fire and both stairwells were in flames and we had to jump out the windows only the trees that were in front of my window were on fire too, so I just died. Or woke up.
Tomorrow = student teaching interview at a chicago suburban school. Yikes.
Next five things I would save if my house was burning down: Picture my grandpa took of the intersection of rte.34 and 75th street from the 1940's; Van Morrison's
Astral Weeks; any remaining family members; VHS copy of Ryan Adams on David Letterman; and my lois lane t-shirt.
in the stereo: "Coney Island" by death cab for cutie.
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