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08/06/04 10:08 - ID#25082

My average Thursday evening?

Went to the square last evening. As usual when I’m seeing a band for the sake of seeing live music and not because I’m there to see a band in particular, I had a little too much to drink. The group of people I came with left with my van as I was supposed to meet up with someone else, but he never materialized and I wound up finishing a 40 with a homeless man I briefly befriended. At some point I suppose I decided I’d had enough and got myself onto the metro and awoke underground. Fearing a $50 from the metro Gestapo I got off at the station I awoke, and to my surprise realized it was the Allen Street station – the first station after the train goes underground. I must not have slept long. I trucked down Allen Street not exactly sure where I was going, and in less than a minute ran into one of my old nomadic acquaintances, Chris. I’m not exactly sure what Chris’s deal is. He’s about 45 years old and used to always come over to our apartment on Franklin Street dominating conversation and bumming smokes off of me. I could go on for a long time about Chris, but I don’t really feel the need. Chris is Chris, and while I enjoy talking to him sometimes, he gets a little overbearing when you’re trying to entertain guests and he comes over talking about women and his medicine. We introduced him to our neighbor who we thought would get a long very well as they both acted very similar, yet they butted heads, and Chris came back very distraught claiming she was a “bipolar, manic depressive, chronic schizophrenic.� We looked up some of the pills he talked about on the Internet and found they were marketed as treatment for subduing schizophrenics, but I’m not going to draw ay conclusions….

Back to the story. I saw Chris ahead of me as I’m walking down Allen Street, and I ran up to him and give him a hug. I hadn’t seen him in almost a month. I explain to him my evening up to that point – this is around 9:00PM I believe – and express my desire to find a parking lot to take a nap in until later so I may be refreshed enough to go to the Pink. Chris tells me I’m talking crazy, and that he’ll take me to “the serenity spot� and watch over me as I sleep. After he buys a 40 and a 22, he takes me through some secluded alleys that cut between North Pearl and Franklin to Virginia Place. I then follow him down a brick walkway, through an iron gate into a lavishly landscaped, brick walled backyard. He explains he’s house-sitting while some hotshot lawyer’s wife is out of town and dusts off two lawn chairs. He tries to light the Tiki torches, but they are out of fluid. I lay down on the grass and sleep while he drinks his 40 on the chair over looking me and the sound of expensive sports car and country club laughs float over the brick wall from mother’s across the street.

I awoke to find Chris was gone. My watch says I’d only slept for a half hour, but I felt extremely refreshed. I wanted to leave immediately, but felt I ought to stick around a little while longer and see if Chris came back. He did, and we shot the shit about love and cars for a few before taking it to the streets. He followed me to the Pink, yet no one was there so I took a piss and caught an evil eye from the evil bartender / owner and headed back out to the streets. I honestly do not know why that woman hates me so. Chris and I parted ways on Delaware, I roamed the streets and stopped by Liz’s apartment but nothing happened after I rang the bell. I think I may recall that she is out of town. I continued to roam the streets and found Mike Meinhold’s pickup truck parked on an odd road, so I played in the back of his truck for a little while trying to figure out what all the strange cases were for and killing time before heading to the Brick Bar. I was delighted to learn that the Brick Bar now served Sparks – orange, caffeinated, ginsing, malt liquor beverage – and enjoyed it over ice while watch
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g a rockabilly / blues cover band. I had another. At some point Harrington was contacted and we met outside, petting a dog and flapping gums with Holly and assorted epeeps before heading back into the brick bar for yet another tasty Sparks on ice. We agreed that the members of the band were defiantly from the suburbs. This was confirmed after asking the merch girl. We can spot our type miles away.

The pink was beat. Paul, Terry, Holly, and company – I am shitty with names, who isn’t – left almost the instant Harrington and I arrived on the porch. We enjoyed another sparks on ice, talked about rocking hard and set out to find others who would join us in rocking hard that evening. Mike, Jill, and Beast made good targets, and for a while, I was under the impression that they would indeed be joining us for an evening of rocking hard. I think rocking hard at that point consisted of walking back to my apartment across from We Never Close and slamming a bottle of wine, but I could be mistaken. We left to go to Aqua and see if our fellow rock soldiers we released from their duties and learned that Mike, Jill, and Beast only talked about rocking hard, they in fact did not wish to put it to practice that evening. We found the two soldiers hanging out with their fellow laborers in the parking lot next to rust belt book trading war stories about the evening shift, bitching about customers, and planning ways to forget the evening to that point, and went back to Harrington and Mike apartment to slam a beer. Upon successful completion of this mission – it’s nice to set goals that are easily accomplished, makes me feel like I’m being productive – we returned to the Pink to once again recruit others to join us in rocking hard. I think rocking hard at this point consisted of finding someone to drive us back to my place, slamming a bottle of wine, and having a dance party.

Once again, we tried to rally Mike and Jill to rise to the occasion, I think Beast may have left by this point, and once again, our pleas were made in vein. “Next week,� was the best that I could get. I will hold you to this. We all enjoyed another Sparks on ice, oh how refreshing and summoned the rock reserves - Meinhold’s ex-girfriend and her friend - to transport us back to the executive office. Meinhold bailed on the mission as did Kurt, they will face reprimands for deserting, and once again I found myself with Harrington who quickly shed his clothes, dancing to Jamiriquai and Steely Dan at 4:00AM while slamming a bottle of Merlot given to me for routing through a dumpster at the Richard Marx concert. One by one they left, and I retired to my quarters, leaving out detail only for I’ve just realized how long and uneventful this whole story is.

So what have we learned from all of this? Hmm… finishing the swill of a homeless man’s 40 is not the way to impress germ phobic friends at the square. Chris may tell some tall tales, but he surely wasn’t lying when he told me he’d take me to the serenity spot. The brick bar is bumping on Thursday night and would probably be even more fun if you were a single bi sexual or homosexual female. The pink is beat, I have been saying this for some time and whished others would come to the same conclusion. Next Thursday evening Mike, Jill, and Beast will be rocking hard, location TBA. Merlot is not the wisest beverage to consume after an evening of heavy Sparks intake. I just woke up about an hour ago

Karaoke at the Tudor lounge this evening.

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08/05/04 01:16 - ID#25081

not Chris Isaac

Richard Marx's bus door
four people allowed inside
I need a damn smoke

Can't let him see me
like hiding from my parents
damn you Richard Marx

Satisfied the urge
a delicious cigarette
I want another

Where are you Richard?
Ah, there you are, "Hi Richard"
Who are you again?

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08/03/04 11:04 - ID#25080

right or wrong, fuck shit up

I was in a grouchy mood, or maybe I wasn’t. Someone told me I was, but I was just annoyed at this person in particular, but after having this pointed out to me, I became pissed off at everyone. Well no, perhaps this is not true. I think I was more annoyed at this person for being who they are, only because someone else pointed out to me what I already knew about the aforementioned person, and I suppose I’ve come to terms long ago with who this person is and how she acts, yet having others aware of it and – as I perceived it – mocking me for it set the tone for an evening where I once again emerge in the morning light looking like an asshole.

I tried arguing with people who apparently haven’t engaged in a passionate debate about anything in some time. They seamed generally upset that I dare try such a thing, and I remember at one moment when trying to demonstrate the pointlessness of making a point, yet the necessity to do so it was unanimously agreed that I had just terribly insulted my housemate and I don’t believe they cared to hear anything else I had to say. I awoke looking into the eyes of the landscaper in the backyard as he surveyed the mess that was made the night before. He probably didn’t care to hear anything I had to say, and I was too tired to do so, so I said nothing, but I should have said something. The sky grumbled, and I listened. I couldn’t know what it intended to mean by that, but I was happy it said something, and I took from it what I could. I’m tired of everyone’s and my own complacency. Why aren’t more people pissed off? There is so much to be vein popping, fist shaking angry about, yet most people just don’t give a damn enough about anything to even attempt to talk about, or more so disagree about, anything other than what to eat, drink, or watch on the boob tube. I’ve shirked debate recently because I’m disillusioned by everything always breaking down into polar opposites and I feel everyone is just as right or just as wrong as everyone else, but communication is how people form and solidify their ideas and culture. I can’t know if I’m right or wrong, I don’t think those distinctions have any bearing on matter, what’s important is the act of disagreeing, breaking up the circle jerk, being passionate about something enough to turn red, start yelling, and breaking things if need be. Granted people probably won’t listen to a word you say if you’re running around breaking things, but they’ll probably take something out of the situation. Something is something, and god damn it, it’s better than nothing.

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08/02/04 03:41 - ID#25079

where the hell is that damn e-bomb?

For five years I resisted, put my head in the sand and hoped when I pulled it out they’d be gone, like CB radios, but damn it all to hell, I could resists no longer, and I signed away my soul for two years for a lousy electronic ball and chain. I suppose I still had a choice, but it had become increasingly difficult to communicate with others who had become dependent upon the speed an impulsive nature of the cell phone. Not many seemed content to leave me a message on my home phone and wait for me to return their call, nor did they think a head long enough to leave time sensitive information on my machine that I would be able to receive in time to act upon it. My housemate with a cell phone would answer the phone about half the times it rang, and if he did, wouldn’t write messages down and attempted to make my other non-mobile device carrying roommate (who now is packing plastic as well) and myself feel like we were creating a massive imposition on his life by depending upon a phone attached to the wall. Cell phones have drastically changed how people communicate and interact. Just like the tire and automotive companies buying up the street car companies and dismantling the rail infrastructure at the beginning of the twentieth century to force high car sales, look around at take note of how few pay phones are left in this city. Perhaps it’s simply supply and demand, but I’ve been hard pressed to find a working pay phone on many occasions when I needed to make a call, and the price of a local call has doubled in the last five years. Maybe I’m a hopelessly anti-technology reactionist, I certainly am a laggard, and I am surely not pleased at all to have to pay $40 a month for something I did just fine without before all you damn people had to be available twenty four hours a day, seven days a week and force me to chase after the band wagon after it’d left town and the dust settled. Oh, and I got my Internet back today, so I suppose I’m now officially reconnected to my digital appendages and a member of the 21st century. I want to get some land and raise some hogs, a couple goats, and perhaps a little soy to appease the vegan crowd. Anyone interested in joining?
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08/01/04 12:48 - ID#25078

where the hell are my glasses?

Have you seen my glasses? I was spotted without them late Friday evening, and when asked where they were I am told I replied "don't worry, I know where they are." What did I know then that I do not know now? I've searched high and low for them to no avail and damn it, I just bought six replacement frames that do me no good without the lenses. My plan to never have to buy new glasses has been foiled. Shame on me.
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07/31/04 04:04 - ID#25077

pointless ranting

Shame on me for wasting no time in returning to the same wretched state that prompted hightailing it out of Buffalo in the first place a few weeks ago. I don't know what it is with this damn city, but as soon as I pass that sign on the thruway "Welcome to Buffalo: An All America City" my insides begin to quiver, and once I see the skyline on the 33 my entire body shakes and the car drives itself to the nearest location to procure an alcoholic beverage. I'm not one to support government intervention into regulating the lives and behaviors of individuals, but I do secretly wish that if they must impose an hour in which all bars must close, why can't they make it 2:00AM rather than 4:00AM ? Don't give me no bologna about bars losing money because they lose two hours of business, people will just adjust their schedules and go to the bars earlier, go to bed earlier, and feel less crackheadish in the morning.

Life has been less than ideal since returning Tuesday evening. Everywhere I turn some asshole is taking my damn money and giving me nothing in return. HSBC allowed me to overdraw my account in South Carolina "as a courtesy for your long standing relationship with the bank" charging me $30 a transaction for six purchases that left my account hundreds of dollars in the red. Then it turns out my old landlords changed to locks on our apartment before my housemates had cleaned the place and refuse to give back my security deposit claiming the carpets were soaked in beer and someone with a key - while not accusing us directly, more than subtly hinting we had something to do with it - entered the apartment on the 14th and kicked a hole through the wall into the business downstairs setting off the alarm at 4:30AM. I believe whoever did that probably scaled the fence in the front and came in through the porch door, but the landlord didn't seem to care too much about that. The carpets were crap anyway, we did them a favor by soaking them in beer, they were filthy. I'm still living out of boxes in my new place, I don't have internet or a phone, and my housemate's cat is a fucking asshole. Cigarettes cost five dollars a pack and won't stay lite long enough to utter two words between drags, not to mention, I’m not worth half a cent to make out with. Glad to be back in Buffalo.

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07/21/04 11:05 - ID#25076

the family

Once again, must make this quick. I finally spoke with my parents today about some things I've never gelt comfertable bringing up. For instance, why did grandma and grandfather live in seperate houses before he died of cancer? The answer was much more troublesome than I could have imagined. That brought about revelations about the rest of my mother's side of the family that I had perhaps suspected all along, but never wanted to really believe or ask for confirmation for I was, well, afraid that I was right. I don't want to go into more detail at the moment, becuase I really need to figure out for myself what this "new" information really matters in the grand scope of things. Things were always as they were, and just because I know about them now doesn't change things in the least, just the fact that I am aware of them. I'm heading out the the continental shelf with my father tomorrow for some deep sea fishing, I hope to learn more about his family and life, as I just learned today that his mother - my grandmother - died when he was 9 and he was raised by his older sister in poverty. She feed him peanut butter sandwhiches and oatmeal everyday, and to this day, I never understood why I'd never seen him eat those things... minor detail I suppose, but I cannot believe how truley little I ever knew, or made the effort to know about my own family. I guess this vaction is accomplishing some of the things I had hoped it would, and I'm thinking about extending it a little more once I return to Binghamton to hang out with my grandmother and great aunt to learn a little more about those who handed me down the genes I wear today.
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07/21/04 01:40 - ID#25075

get off that there damn inet

loser eatting combos in a convience mart after singing karaoke at the god damn resot this evening. I met a farmer from TN.. a dude just came in saying "I'm a rapper, homey, I don't play no games..." I've had a good time at this here quicky mart, high speed internet and a plethra of walk in customers to enjoy... oh yeah the farmer... he was friends with Rod.. Rod called him and told him to come see me sing... the rapper is buying a blunt... he left rapping something, I wish I made it out... so this farmer and I.... wait let's talk about Rod.... Rod likes Rod Stewart... he gave me his home phone number and access to his cooler of beer, he also gave me some dip, I haven't had dip in years, not since I Last quit smoking, damn, then my dentist told me I done should quit... reckoned I ought to stop before I get that gum cancer folks been talking bout... well Ron was a boat load a fun, not as much fun as the Baptist family my Mom and I were sitting next to... they told me my voice was on loan from God and I said I was a big fan a Jesus, theyt had me sing Long Black Train... then I done sung Alabama Song.... now the guy behing the counter is kick me off...
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07/19/04 11:14 - ID#25074

enough

Mike and Rachel left today, and I'm starting to get the itch to do so as well. I wish the weather could have been a little better for them as they only really enjoyed one day on the beach as it was raining most of the weekend, but hell, that's not my fault. We rocked it pretty hard regardless, actually a little more hard than we ought to have on Friday as none of us really fully recovered until this morning when the left. I remember very little, which is unfortunet as I dropped a lot of cash that evening, but some how after watching a 16 year old Incubus cover band we wound up back at some girls from TN's crap filled Motle room, and after Mike punched out their bathroom window by mistake, he proceeded to charge down to the beach with a bottle of liqure and run around naked with one of the girls. I woke up the next morning miles away with one of the girls and had to relearn how to drive stick as I had to get her back to her place in time to run back and meet my parents to pretend like none of the above mentioned had happened. I've been singing a lot of karaoke as well, and I also must stop doing this as, I joke not, everywhere I go damn people keep coming up to me and asking if I'm singing again the next night as they want to bring their family / spouses / friends ... to come see me, like I'm part of their vacation package's entertainment. Not to say it didn't enlarge my ego for a little while, but I'm getting damn tired of being known as they dude who flails around half naked singing Backdoor Man and Rod Stewart. They hated Backdoor man for the record, wanted to know why I "came all the way down from New York." I guess the men really don't know what the little girl's understand. Oh shit, then this damn woman with her husband next to me and two kids, age 8 and 12, comes over to me and slips me her number and whispers into my ear: "I may be married, but I do what I like." This was while I was sitting with my father. It was a father son bonding moment I suppose, but I was hoping the fishing trip on thursday would take care of that and not some drunken horny housewife. Well shit, I'm getting looks from the man behind the counter as I think he's letting me use the internet for free, so I'll keep posting as often as I come across a computer. The one I've been using before at my dollar earlier. Looking forward to my return in August.
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07/16/04 08:28 - ID#25073

making use of my dollar

I've given up trying to do anything productive down here. I wake up, rub lotion on myself, go to the beach, dance around, go back to the room, eat a sandwhich, go back to the beach, drink a few beers, eat a porkchop, take a shower, sing, dance, drink, pass out. Meinhold is here now with me and having a delightful time. Sorry you couldn't make it Robin, though it has proven to be a little more expensive than I had orginally thought. Nothing else of much interest to report on. No naked parties as of yet, but I did muster up the courage to talk to some females the other night, but they bored me and I spent the evening talking to a vet who claimed I was personally responsible for 911. That was much more interesting than the girls from New Jersey. Coming back to Buffalo in around two weeks and not exactly looking forward to it. Until then...
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