jay13

Yet another exciting day in the life of Jay13. My sleeping pattern is probably going to get me sick soon if I don't try to force myself into some kind of schedule. It'll still be nocturnal, it just needs to be less fucked up. All I really did today was poke around on SG. I did go out and pick up this OLD AS FUCK punk comp that I saw the other day. It was only two bucks, and it had discount, my pal trigger, and vanbuilderass on it. Most people are aware of discount these days, but my pal trigger is an obscure, now defunct (?) band from tampa that I used to see play in gainesville. I have a seven inch they did that was good. Vanbuilderass was a kick-ass 3/4 girl band from gainesville. The drummer was Roger, the bass player for Less than Jake. It also included Samantha Jones who's now in Bitchin' and Rumbleseat. Good memories.

In much more exciting news: I just confirmed that I will be going on tour with Triplesixer's band My Surprise later this month. All I have to say is, STOKE-LAHOMA. I'll probably be the roadie and run the merch table. It'll be killer to get out of lakeland for a couple of weeks, and, if all goes well, we'll end up in NYC. I've never been there and would really like to go.

Okay, now I'm going to subject you to some Bukowski.
"displaced"
burning in hell
this piece of me fits in nowhere
as other people find things
to do
with their time
places to go
with one another
things to say
to each other.

I am
burning in hell
some place north of Mexico.
flowers don't grow here.

I am not like
other people
other people are like
other people.

they are all alike:
joining
grouping
huddling
they are both
gleeful and content
and I am
burning in hell.

my heart is a thousand years old.

I am not like
other people.

I'd die on their picnic grounds
smothered by their flags
slugged by their songs
unloved by their soldiers
gored by their humor
murdered by their concern.

I am not like other people.
I am
burning in hell.

the hell of
myself.

from "Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way"