All right. So I'm sitting over at Maia's house, doing nothing really. I'm stoned as hell here with friends, watching one of them edit a skate video on his laptop This video is one that he has been endlessly tinkering with forever, adding footage, sync-ing it all to music, deleting shit, and repeating it all over and over. If this video ever actually gets finished, it's going to be fucking outstanding.
I did intend to buy a bunch of beer and get drunk, because today was no fun at all. Go work retail in a military town on military payday, and you'll see where I'm coming from. In this town, there seems to be an overabundance of rude, inconsiderate, self-important assholes. I would think that if you're buying something, especially caffeinated beverages intended for consumption, that you'd be nice to the people making your shit, if for no other reason than the fear that that person might fuck your shit up if they felt like it. Fucking assholes. Not everyone, but most everyone. Anyway, I wanted to get a bunch of beer, but my friend Andy, who I haven't seen in forever, stopped by my work and he and I just smoked and talked for a while outside, me skating mostly, and him smoking. We always end up in these huge, long, drawn out conversations about everything, life in general, philosophic ideas and whatnot. Eventually, he ends up telling me, confessing almost, that everything he does notwithstanding, he still believes in God, and proceeds to tell me why it's right to him. Eventually, I end up telling him how I would much rather place my faith in scientific method and the reliability of mathematics, rather than a proverbial invisible man who lives in outer space somewhere. I've known Andy for quite a while, which lends a certain air of hilarity to our conversations for no apparent reason. I think that only makes sense to me. I don't know. We just go in circles over and over anyway. It's a bit enlightening after nearly having a nervous breakdown in front of a bunch of people trying to buy fucking "skinny" lattes. Sigh...
Anyway, bullshitting with Andy went past 2 am and now I can't get any sort of alcohol whatsoever. It sucks, but fuck it. I'm stoned now, so I'm not too worried about it.
Someone is rolling out some dice. I think we're about to have a dice game going on here. Someone is about to lose some money, and that someone is probably me. About to play some C-Lo. Cee-Lo? I don't know how it's spelled. Who knows? Who cares? It's damn gangsta, that's all I know right now. Last time I played this shit, I lost 75 dollars. Not a big deal, really, but not something I'm for every night of the week. It's the shit though. Try it sometime. You'll surprise yourself.
I think we're all about to go skate now, at Bordeaux Shopping Center (for any Fayetteville people that may be out there), for a lack of anything better to do...
Later.
I did intend to buy a bunch of beer and get drunk, because today was no fun at all. Go work retail in a military town on military payday, and you'll see where I'm coming from. In this town, there seems to be an overabundance of rude, inconsiderate, self-important assholes. I would think that if you're buying something, especially caffeinated beverages intended for consumption, that you'd be nice to the people making your shit, if for no other reason than the fear that that person might fuck your shit up if they felt like it. Fucking assholes. Not everyone, but most everyone. Anyway, I wanted to get a bunch of beer, but my friend Andy, who I haven't seen in forever, stopped by my work and he and I just smoked and talked for a while outside, me skating mostly, and him smoking. We always end up in these huge, long, drawn out conversations about everything, life in general, philosophic ideas and whatnot. Eventually, he ends up telling me, confessing almost, that everything he does notwithstanding, he still believes in God, and proceeds to tell me why it's right to him. Eventually, I end up telling him how I would much rather place my faith in scientific method and the reliability of mathematics, rather than a proverbial invisible man who lives in outer space somewhere. I've known Andy for quite a while, which lends a certain air of hilarity to our conversations for no apparent reason. I think that only makes sense to me. I don't know. We just go in circles over and over anyway. It's a bit enlightening after nearly having a nervous breakdown in front of a bunch of people trying to buy fucking "skinny" lattes. Sigh...
Anyway, bullshitting with Andy went past 2 am and now I can't get any sort of alcohol whatsoever. It sucks, but fuck it. I'm stoned now, so I'm not too worried about it.
Someone is rolling out some dice. I think we're about to have a dice game going on here. Someone is about to lose some money, and that someone is probably me. About to play some C-Lo. Cee-Lo? I don't know how it's spelled. Who knows? Who cares? It's damn gangsta, that's all I know right now. Last time I played this shit, I lost 75 dollars. Not a big deal, really, but not something I'm for every night of the week. It's the shit though. Try it sometime. You'll surprise yourself.
I think we're all about to go skate now, at Bordeaux Shopping Center (for any Fayetteville people that may be out there), for a lack of anything better to do...
Later.