shit, i dunno i had this hella longggg entry about friday th 13th, but im probably gonna finish that shit later.. happy holloween!
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i dunno, leland said he doesnt even feel like it's halloween (hallow or hollow?) i dont know, now that i think about it.
it feels like it snuck into my life since th 13th. i think halloween's been goin on for too long to me. but it feels like its over.
finally over. but th feeling of the end of one journey is exactly th same feeling of th begining of a new one. this story is over, but my story hasn't ended yet.
"things happen, things change, but the horror never ends."
i guess, ill pick up from where this left off. so i wake up th next day, i past out w/out a blanket and woke up with one on, thanks god.
huh, i ment to put thank god, i dunno what i ment. anyways, i got up and got my shit toghether. i saw brett and chadwick gettin stoned in th bathroom so we smoked a bowl.
chadwick and brett asked me, what made me vomit. i just couldn't say; maybe i ate too many apples ("apples, im home"), maybe th chicken i dumpster'd,maybe th rodeo burger, maybe th "home of the scones," maybe th dumpstered fries, maybe th sandwhich, maybe th romen? i dont know, maybe it was this, maybe it was that?
at that moment i realized how much i actually ate that day. tyler hid two blunts into his guitar tuner, his mom picked us up and drove us to th airport
when his mom dropped us off tyler asked me, "alright you ready?" i quickly replied, "fuck yeah, hey listen to this built to spill song, it's called "th wait.
" tyler takes a drag and says, "ill listen to it later." we stumble in or at least i think i did. we wald towards th check in and i re-realized that th fucking judge took my driver's liscense!
so i use my social security card instead, but id have to be searched. thank god. i knew id rather be searched rather than tyler.
so get in line walk thru all th shit, which was easier than i thought, tyler and i get split up, but i knew we'd be okay. th guy starts searching me and goes thru all my stuff. fascinating to watch.
he didnt find my two lighters, which th lady told me to throw away when i was first gettin on th plane on my way to idaho and i said fuck that, i kept it. some other airport-security lady told me to throw away my lighter again on my way to reno, but i kept it again. airport securty are fucking dumb.
oh yes, when he patted me down he asks, "is there anyplaces you feel uncomfortable me touching you?"
"you know" he nods pats me down and doesn't go anywhere my penis and asks an second question, "i dont need to give you a cavity search or anything do i?"
i quickly and calmy reply, "no" but i give it a second thought, "yes!
" the airpot-security guy looks at me dumbfounded and i reply, "wait, no" i look right into his eyes, "noooooooooooo."
so, as i walk away relieved that my anus remains untouched by gloved hands. i think to myself, "shit, im fucking home free!
" all i need to do was meet up with tyler. get on this fucking plane and thats it. but i knew, it was never really over 'till it was over.
i mean th god damn'd plane could fucking crash on us! we just didnt know, but of all things; plane crash, terrorist attack, shoe bomb. a fucking security dog, a fucking drug-sniffing dog, a fucking bomb-sniffing dog was in our way.
we just sat there, our laughter was gone! i thought SHIT! MAYBE MY ANUS WILL NOT REMAIN UNTOUCHED BY GLOVED HANDS AFTER ALL.
jesus christ that fucking dog didnt even have a leash, we were sitting fucking ducks. but beleive me, i wasnt really that worried. im only worried for yr entertainment.
th dog walked right passed us. twice. th dog was probably trained to only sniff out bombs.
made me happy, this country actually is more worried about bombs rather than cheap-petty drugs.
th flight only lasted what felt like 10 minutes. i let tyler borrow my ipod for a sec cos he got bored of th Sky Mall.
i drew tyler reading and me being possesed by Satan. it was pretty fucking awesome being stoned on a plane, high while yr high. i listened to hayden's "dynamite walls.
" th plane touched th ground at about 4 minutes and 44 seconds, im not sure exactly, but im sure it's when th drummer hits his crash symbole for th first time and when th songs becomes hectis is when th plane is vibrating and shaking and at 5 minutes and 31 seconds is when th planes finally settles down to a calm. th song was epic and so was this journey. but it wasnt wasnt over yet.
th day before in th kar when tyler and i were drivin from boise to caldwell, "this song feels like of the end of one journey" i thought about it and i always thought th exact opposite, "i think it feels like th begining of a new one, hmmm, th feeling of th end of one journey and th begining of a new one." i was curious and asked tyler, "what were you listening to anyways?" "i put yr ipod on shuffle play and it played built to spill's "the wait.
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"Dynamite Walls" boise to caldwell
tyler's dad picked us up from th airport in his black truck. there was no room so i sat on tyler's lap. tyler drove me to my house to get my paintings and i grabbed a big fat roll of toilet paper i stole from th mall.
th toilet paper un rolled and tyler's dad's truck had a long 30 foot white tail hanging out th back. had some awesome chicken sandwiches his dad made and watched half of king kong. then he took me to school.
i sat in my art class, still a little stoned. this girl had some neat 3D glasses, i used them to look at my paintings and drawing. some of th sings that i tought sucked made alot more sense now.
now that i was looking at them through different eyes. i was looking at my painting of th lady brushing her hair, and her one eye stuck out, her eye was popping out. th girl w/ th 3D glasses said, "wow i like this one cos her one eye really pops out.
" th first thought that popped into my head was "yeah, th guy who made 3D glasses only had one eye." i thought, i heard that somewhere before? science of sleep?
i put on my headphones and kept painting, "i wanna see movies of my dreams!" oh shit, an epiphany? built to spill's "car.
" was that th movie of my dreams cos people just kant understand how mush i love that movie! people have never really understood what the fuck i was saying anyways. + i mean, seriously, its everything id ever want in a movie!
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i guess i really ment that shit?
then at this point i think joe called and he borrowed my bike. then i hung out w/ alex, tyler, taylo, and leland.
smoked th first blunt. went to a few places th song "just like tom thumb's blues (take 5)" by bob dylan was loud, packed in th car, i had th time of my life. i cant beleive i used to listen to that song while mopping th floors of th wal-mart bakery feelin so down, how far ive came.
skipped creative writing class th next day. went downtown for tyler's and maybe taylor's last day in reno. walked to taylor's house his mom drove us downtown, but made a trip back so taylor could get his pills.
downtown, running a few errands. we were walking by th Java jungle, a big collection of random douchebags, i got into this funny conversation w/ it ending w/ th guy saying, "yeah i gotta go cos im knee deep in plato." or this other time i stepped on a plant and some old douche gave me shit about it.
speaking for my generation; thanks for nuthin' ass-hole! well anyways, were walking by that shit-hole gathering spot where people either be civilized and talk to each other or be anti-social douchebags, checkin their myspace's on their laptops (im serious, ive seen it), that's not what th outside world is for. they were playing silver jews "honk if yr lonely tonite.
" taylor and i started singing along. loud. then sara called,
- Re: it was kinda funny cos me and taylor were walkin around downtown and literally right before you called a silver jews song named "honk, if you're lonley tonite" was playing in a cafe we were bummin cigarettes from and we were singin along.
so it's understandable sara, just honk when yr lonley.
th first i met her we got into a convo about my circumcision.
taylor had to pick up his shit from adam's aka turtle. picked up my note pad full of writings and drawing at turtles, how convenient.
tyler promissed us he could pick us up if we needed a ride, his thumb hurt and he said he kouldnt. GAY. finally made it.
they were already smoking th second blunt, i was pissed at first, but i didnt kare after a while. when taylor when to go to th bathroom i caught him check himself out in th mirror! AND I JUST HAD TO MAKE A BIG DEAL OUT OF IT!
"hey, i saw you check yrself out in th mirror!" "hahaha, "shut the fuck up man!" at some point it was just me and taylor left alone and in th dark, playing Manhunt.
that shit was fun! i got kinda hooked on playing. then we passed out on th couch, we weren't spooning or nuthin.
just passed out on th same couch. the next morning we played Manhunt again. shit so much fun!
taylor got caught by one of guys and was runnin around trying not to get killed and we were jus laughing and yellin, "awww shit man, dont let that nigga cut you!" micheal woke up wondering, "what th fuck was going on out here!"
so its thursday.
i went to my Uncle Johnny's memorial, men like that are rare and now there's a real gap in th human race. tyler's already gone, today was th day taylor was gonna leave. im kinda glad he didnt so i kan make him another epic mixtape, cos sara (alex's gf who's just as amazing) accidently thought it was for her and stole it.
i go to art class. there's an artist speaking goin on in th university i asked who was goin and got a ride from th chick who had th 3D glasses. we go back to her place and then walk to th art exhibit.
church somethin, somethin church, is what its called. we have random small talk, staring at th university made me feel like i was in Rules of Atraction. we go to th room, i see kevin, this gay scene kid, when ever i see him im always stoned and just excited to see a familiar face and get really excited and say hi tooo much.
i tell him about it and scare him off. th artist, th speaker starts talkin and showing us slides of her painting, it was amazing. i felt like this was really important to me.
at first i didnt really get it, but inside all of her paintings there's little messages and little stories goin on and she had a hard time tryin to explain it, its really hard to explain something amazing. at some point i started thinking quietly to myself, "wow, this girl sitting next to me, she gave me a ride, she took me to her place, i could probably fuck her, but i dont really know her, i dont really want to, is there something wrong with me? i just dont feel like it.
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"if you dont feel like it and you dont want to, then you dont have to." i know for a fact that Hillary Harkness wasn't directly talking to me, but was she, she was, was she; indirectly talking to me?
i dont know. hillary and i, not th artist th one i went with, went our separate ways. she didnt wanna stick around to look at th painting.
hillary, th artist, her paintings were great though. it's like when you look into a Where's waldo? there's little things going on everywhere.
she said that mybe subconciously her work might have been influenced by Richard Scary. she found a photo of her as a little girl holding a richrd scary book. THAT'S IT, YR MOMENT OF IRONY!
we all have it and this is key, remember it. th cool thing about art shows is th free beer. i was upfront, asked th bar tender, "can i have a beer?
"
first question, "can i see yr ID?"
first answer, "i got it taken away"
follow up question, "for what?"
follow up answer, "for drinking"
second answer, "well, there's yr answer!
" whatever, th first art guy asked said no followed it up with, "cos ill get kicked out of school." well first of all, i didnt fucking ask why. second, nice scarf denim jacket combo.
i asked some other guy in a 70's vest and white sunglasses, i should have asked him first, he looked cooler. he got me th drank it and went on my way home. But on my way i heard taylor's at aubrey's, so i go there.
hang out, drink some beers. harper starts talking to me, starts talking to me about how crazy i was. he said he read some of my stuff, he read th writing's i left at turtle's.
so im kinda glad i just let that thing go, cos i ran into it wayyy later. the wait.
i make sure i keep an eye on taylor.
th combination of eric being there and th fact that i have to get him to th bus by 11:15. but taylor talked things out w/ eric when i wasnt even there.
[seriously] ill finish this later tonite if i come home, cos im not even half done and i got class a minute.
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