ghostdance

Went to this new graf spot today with my boy, well it's not really now, in fact it's pretty fuckin old, but it was new to us since we hadn't been there before. Throughout the city there are a bunch of sewage creeks directing excess water, like drainage ditches and shit, so they make for the typical chill graffiti spots. This one was nastier than any other I'd been to, it's a run off for the Milcreek, which is the nastiest body of water besides the Ohio river here, except it smells a million times worse, like parts of it are just horrible, we were both feeling pretty sick afterwards. At either end are these long tunnels that lead to other parts of the ditch, and on one end there was a tunnel that obviously went to the actual Milcreek itself. It was so disgusting, like there was this brown mist in there pouring out and you could only see so far in because of it. It smelled so bad and the air was so hot you couldn't physically even go into it, you would just stand near it and then run away. If you went in without a biohazard suit and gasmask you'd probably die. My shoelaces came undone and dragged through the nastiest most stagnant water I've ever seen. Fun times.

Afterwards we went back downtown to the spot and chilled and listened to these tapes. It's this dude, I forget his name, but he's this Indian genius, and was breaking down how our minds aren't confined to our brains, and that each organ in our bodies creates the same chemical reaction produced by a thought, so when someone says "I have a gut feeling" they really are having one, and he was sayin how those instincts are better than ones from the brain because our organs haven't developed self-doubt. It was awesome. He went on about all this shit with stopping time by simply relaxing yourself enough and understanding it doesn't exist.

Did you know that the majority of deaths occur on Mondays? And that the majority of the time it's around 9am? I didn't know that, it blew my mind, ha. He was talking about it, about worrying so much and stressing shit and then in the end you die on the most stressed day at the most stressfull time. This only occurs in humans too, like you don't see this frequency of day and time of death in other animals because to them there is no difference bewteen monday and tuesday.

After that my boy was telling me about these books he's been reading about dreams, and using them to discover our true forms of energy, and then using them to travel the universe, and how it was beginning to kinda fuck him up and bum him out. Sometimes shit like that just isn't good for you, to think too much about things outside of our control, like even if you were able to do these things in dreams there still is a reality where it isn't possible to do so and that reality isn't any less meaningfull because of that.

Then I made some pita's full of lettuce, bean sprouts, bean dip and fetta cheese. It was fuckin awesome. I wish I had roomates and could afford to eat like that all the time, like have a fridge full of veggies and all sorts of healthy supplements and all that.

More people showed up, I had given my last five bucks to my boy to go cop some herb and he was going to get me back later by getting me a 40 and a pack of cigs with his bank card since he had no cash. So I was watching him smoke and started gettin antsy to feel lifted too. We were all supposed to go over to another guys spot but that kept getting delayed, and I was getting aggitated because when we were supposed to go my boy wouldn't let us until we could guess the definition of at least one Q word from the dictionary. I love him and all, but damn I was tired at that point and just wanted to get my beer and go home and relax.

So I'm back here, after what started as kind of an off day, but ended up becoming an unusally strange and enlightening one on several different levels. As much as I may get stressed over this city and the people in it there are the rare occasions that ultimately keep me here, for now at least.