Marc
Zach, sincerely, I should be much higher on that apology list. And what's with the past tense in that "tormented" word. Don't you mean, present tense, "torment"? Funny story about Joey Lawrence's music -- our neighbor, Grant, got majorly pissed at me because I refused to throw in his Joey Lawrence album once at a party of ours. Come on. Yeah, it's funny, but no one actually wants to listen to that shit. We're friends now. It's all alright.
So, I'm in Indianapolis, chilling, listening to some mad, phat Kid Dynamite tunes. Today, too, was pretty much a wash. I got lost in the ghetto again, albeit the Indianapolis ghetto, and not the Gary ghetto (though I almost got lost again there today, too). Turns out the place that I got lost trying to find was closed anyways, so it was all a huge effort in futility, and I looked like an idiot, pounding on this warehouse door, with two bums sitting on the curb, laughing at me, drinking what I assume were 40's in paper bags. Whatev. I got back in my car, plodded on back to the hotel, and have been living the good life ever since.
My hotel room is fucking gorgeous. Fireplace, kitchen table with chairs for when I want to have company, TWO bedrooms, and TWO bathrooms, not to mention the whole kitchen with the stove and microwave and sink and big refrigerator. I'm thinking of setting my alarm tonight for some strange time, like 4:31am, getting up, showering, and then going to sleep in the other bed. And then, when I wake up for work tomorrow, I'll get up, use the other shower, and take off. Hopefully, the maid's will think that there were two people were in here last night -- but the thing is ... there weren't! There was only me, making a huge mess, as usual.
Fuck it. If I'm going to be out, on the road, then I'm going to fuck shit up, you know? If I can't actually be a rockstar, I might as well treat hotels like I am one. "Hello, room service? Yeah, I'd like to place an order. I'll have the most expensive item on the menu, stuffed with the second most expensive item, please."
"Excellent choice, sir. Lobster stuffed with tacos."
So, that's basically me tonight. I'm going to get back to reading here. I got all jiggy with the reading last night, and am most of the way through Husker Du right now. Let's see, next is the Replacements, followed by Sonic youth, then some sit-ups, then push-ups, then more reading, then more exercise (you think I'm kidding, don't you?), then read, then bed. Night.
Zach, sincerely, I should be much higher on that apology list. And what's with the past tense in that "tormented" word. Don't you mean, present tense, "torment"? Funny story about Joey Lawrence's music -- our neighbor, Grant, got majorly pissed at me because I refused to throw in his Joey Lawrence album once at a party of ours. Come on. Yeah, it's funny, but no one actually wants to listen to that shit. We're friends now. It's all alright.
So, I'm in Indianapolis, chilling, listening to some mad, phat Kid Dynamite tunes. Today, too, was pretty much a wash. I got lost in the ghetto again, albeit the Indianapolis ghetto, and not the Gary ghetto (though I almost got lost again there today, too). Turns out the place that I got lost trying to find was closed anyways, so it was all a huge effort in futility, and I looked like an idiot, pounding on this warehouse door, with two bums sitting on the curb, laughing at me, drinking what I assume were 40's in paper bags. Whatev. I got back in my car, plodded on back to the hotel, and have been living the good life ever since.
My hotel room is fucking gorgeous. Fireplace, kitchen table with chairs for when I want to have company, TWO bedrooms, and TWO bathrooms, not to mention the whole kitchen with the stove and microwave and sink and big refrigerator. I'm thinking of setting my alarm tonight for some strange time, like 4:31am, getting up, showering, and then going to sleep in the other bed. And then, when I wake up for work tomorrow, I'll get up, use the other shower, and take off. Hopefully, the maid's will think that there were two people were in here last night -- but the thing is ... there weren't! There was only me, making a huge mess, as usual.
Fuck it. If I'm going to be out, on the road, then I'm going to fuck shit up, you know? If I can't actually be a rockstar, I might as well treat hotels like I am one. "Hello, room service? Yeah, I'd like to place an order. I'll have the most expensive item on the menu, stuffed with the second most expensive item, please."
"Excellent choice, sir. Lobster stuffed with tacos."
So, that's basically me tonight. I'm going to get back to reading here. I got all jiggy with the reading last night, and am most of the way through Husker Du right now. Let's see, next is the Replacements, followed by Sonic youth, then some sit-ups, then push-ups, then more reading, then more exercise (you think I'm kidding, don't you?), then read, then bed. Night.
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