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Work tonight at the gay bar went smoothely enough. The married dudes from Florida came in a second week in a row. They were headed to the leather and sodomy festival that is Southern Decadence. Of course since there is no New Orleans right now there is no Decadence (at least the kind involving bearded men in chaps).

Still no word from my parents. I...
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Work tonight was a god damn nerd fest. This happens to Popscene every year around the beginning of the Fall semester. All these kids come from wherever on their parent's dollar, dressed up in rediculous gear.
I remember myself at 18-19. Totally lost fashion wise. Was I goth, punker, Who knows? There was this pair of aqua vinyl pants that I wore with a big...
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Since the levees have broken in New Orleans I have not heard from my family. The news shows more and more chaos and violence breaking out. My cousin is a police officer and is probably in the middle of all the trouble.


Update: Still no word from my family although I got a message from another cop friend of mine, Blake. He has fought in...
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I haven't heard from my family in a couple of days now. They live in New Orleans and were among the old school, too poor to leave hicks that decided to stick it out. They have ten dogs that they refuse to leave behind, so they went and checked into the third floor of a hotel . The hotel is where all the cops are...
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She Wants Revenge ended up being a really enjoyable band. I'm glad that I got to see them at such a small venue. Every one that didn't like them had the exact same criticisms that I remember hearing about Interpol. Too much like Joy Division, Bauhaus, etc.

Once the record company publicists whip that band into shape I'm sure everyone will end up bitching about...
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I've been sober for three and a half years now. No drugs, no alcohol, just tons of cigarettes. So the last two days of Vicodin use has felt a bit like a slippery slope. Hopefully I won't wake up in a dirty hotel room covered in broken glasss and lipstick marks. (This has happened before)

They are doing the job well since it doesn't feel...
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Well, I just got finished having my skin grafts made for my gums. It hurts. The pain pills they gave me aren't doing shit and I can't even smoke.

Popscene was a bit more eventful than usual despite the Lovemaker's sad attempt at blowing the minds of the dancefloor by playing top 40 hip hop. Seriously, I like those guys, and most of the artists that come to 330 Ritch St., but why does every single guest DJ think that they're going to shake things up by playing hip hop? It's on the radio...
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Last night's Death Rock Booty Call left a lot to be desired in the crowd department. I made enough for it to be worth showing up, but I know the promoters didn't make shit.

I've been throwing up for hours now. I never get sick and can only blame the BBQ that I went to yesterday. Everyone else seems to be fine. Maybe its those...
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So, until school starts back up, my immediate goal is to sleep until noon everyday. Oh bartending, why are you so good to me?

I'm over wishing for things.

Rolling the might Triumph through the fog drenched streets of San Francisco is about the only thing that keeps me from going crazy and moving back to New Orleans.

About to turn 27. Makes it five years in SF. Fuck.

my approve friends list doesn't seem to want to update. oh well.