drewseph

So today was kind of a bummer. Remember how much rad shit was supposed to go down? My tattoo artist cancelled my appointment, i won't be able to make it in until at least next week. At my interview at Whole Foods the manager said i scored in the "very low red" in two sections of their online questionare, which i guess means in physcodic or something (and yet i've never been fired from a job, and have held one job for over three years that im still at). Apparently they don't hire people who have results "in the red" for a least one section. The other job i went in for the women wasn't there yet and i didn't feel like killing time downtown for two hours. I picked up my senior yearbook today; one of the first pages i checked out had "School lovebirds" with my ex girlfriend and her dude all up in a photo with some irritating caption. This is the girl who introduced me to vegetarianism and a whole bunch of other stuff that impacts me a lot, also the reason i never find people interesting anymore (except for a couple people) b/c she was so unique and cool. I spent way to much money today, i bought a new board,trucks, and wheels for a cool $107, bought a Velvet Underground record and Pavement Saw chapbook for about $20 and spent about $65 buying some gifts for my mom. $10 to get my car fixed, and the $30 i spent at Barnes and Noble yesterday buying some Kerouac and Thrasher. So now i'm broke (ish), bummed, and have three days of 14 hour work days ahead of me. Here's a page from my yearbook, see if you can guess which one's me...
I put two new pictures in my favorite art pics folder, check em' out if you wish. Fall is here, i found some summertime solace flashback watching theJank Jam video again.

I'm going to go wrap my mind around some Kerouac and Pavement Saw and try to forget the fact that i'm stuck in this city for the next 6 months and can't seem to get any breaks in the career path i'm trying to dig. I'll leave you all with a poem from Pavement Saw 5 that i connected with and enjoyed today...

You have ghosted yourself
like your mother,
gone in a cloud of flour
and sickeneing-sweet powdered
sugar. There are no trees
to cut down, no thanks
to give,, no reindeer hooves
that clatter. You bang
yourself against the world,
so good at knocking down
walls, so fine a technique
of packing insulation
in the attic that you shatter
creases in your forehead
like a fist to a windsheild,
a plate your daughter drops,
to many years of hot coffee
in the mug. Crazed and glazed,
somehow you have avoided
promises, found an excuse
for waking up, burned
yourself with whiskey and rolled
in ash. Grab a holiday,
let me taste you when it matters.