seen for two days on the steps of the "luxury lofts" b/w Champlain + 18th: one large, black condom, one large, white condom, presumably used.
came home last night @ 2am, someone was parked in my space behind my house. Cali plates, little Honda CRX. This has, in the past, held the potential for near violence (them, not me mind you, which is odd considering a) it's MY FUCKNIG SPACE and b) REALLY, I LIVE HERE, IT'S MY FUCKING SPACE!!!) So I blocked the car in and waited. The logic being, it's Saturday night, there's no parking in my hood until about 3:30am, and I could've just blocked them in, but the potential for a rock through my window was too great. Thought I'd just wait until the bars closed, smoke cigarettes, think, whatever, and then extort some money out of them when they show up (heheheheh....). My housemate shows up and we chill on the porch for a while, talking about the bunch of times over the past few months that this has happened. One time he blocked someone in and they rammed his car (SUV vs. Civic, ouch!). One time I was coming home (like 5am) just as someone's pulling in my spot (thug), and tried to tell me he was going to take the spot, despite being told that it was mine. He threatened me. I don't give a fuck at 5am, my spot, my $100/month...
anyway, this story's boring...3 girls show up and at this point, housemate and I are starting to walk down the alley cause there's a TON of commotion, like a fight, and it's all women yelling. The three girls come up and notice their car blocked in, see us, two dudes w/shaved heads smokin fags and walking toward them.
This your car?
"Uh, yeah..."
That's my spot.
"YOUR spot?!?"
Yeah, I live here, I rent this spot.
"Oh, I've parked there before, my friend said it was cool..."
[housemate and I look at each other and crack up...]
Oh, it was cool, huh? It's not cool.
"Oh, I'm REALLY sorry..."
So you want me to move my car, huh?
".................."
Whatever, I shouldn't be nice, but you said sorry...
"yeah, I'm really sorry, it won't happen again..."
Yeah, three "nice" ladies like you...whatever...
.......
So I found my copy of Anais Nin's _Little Birds_ and started reading that cause I couldn't sleep. How fucking awesome. I read that book in the van on tour and I was totally transported into this taudry world of deviance. So good to re-read. Fell asleep and had an amazing, amazing dream. I didn't remember the dream until my second cup of coffee, but I was happy all the while up until that moment and I couldn't remember why.
Then it came back to me that you were in my dream. I was staying in Cali. and you and a couple of your friends came down from Portland on a roadtrip. Although it wasn't the two friends I'd associate you with. totally different, in fact you weren't yourself either, but it was you. I don't think anything crazy happened, we spent a bunch of time together, slept (like not having sex but sleep) together (which is too bad...), I probably held you, we went to a diner, there was a bunch of us, two tables, we were at different tables and I knew I wanted to be next to you, you looked over at me...I think you had a bag full of kittens (????), we had a really cool time and you took off. So weird that it was just that, cause in my waking reality, when I think of you it's so much more dangerous and out there...random...sexy. this was all just rad, mellow, not really out there at all. But you were there, it really doesn't matter. I think as I fell asleep, I was thinking I wanted to tell you all I wanted from you was to hear you say, "_______________", which you write in your journal on occasion. I always wondered what your voice sounded like when you say that.
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okay, everybody has a moment or two where they're sneakin' a peek. I don't care who the fuck you think you are or whether you're a boy or a girl, everybody sneaks a peek, some way or another.
so I think the thing that jogged my memory was that there was this couple across from us at the coffee shop (they have couches and coffee tables there) and the girl was wearing daisy dukes, short shorts. the way she was sitting I couldn't help but see straight up her shorts. No underwear, ladies and germs. nice. dirty dirty dirty boy
came home last night @ 2am, someone was parked in my space behind my house. Cali plates, little Honda CRX. This has, in the past, held the potential for near violence (them, not me mind you, which is odd considering a) it's MY FUCKNIG SPACE and b) REALLY, I LIVE HERE, IT'S MY FUCKING SPACE!!!) So I blocked the car in and waited. The logic being, it's Saturday night, there's no parking in my hood until about 3:30am, and I could've just blocked them in, but the potential for a rock through my window was too great. Thought I'd just wait until the bars closed, smoke cigarettes, think, whatever, and then extort some money out of them when they show up (heheheheh....). My housemate shows up and we chill on the porch for a while, talking about the bunch of times over the past few months that this has happened. One time he blocked someone in and they rammed his car (SUV vs. Civic, ouch!). One time I was coming home (like 5am) just as someone's pulling in my spot (thug), and tried to tell me he was going to take the spot, despite being told that it was mine. He threatened me. I don't give a fuck at 5am, my spot, my $100/month...
anyway, this story's boring...3 girls show up and at this point, housemate and I are starting to walk down the alley cause there's a TON of commotion, like a fight, and it's all women yelling. The three girls come up and notice their car blocked in, see us, two dudes w/shaved heads smokin fags and walking toward them.
This your car?
"Uh, yeah..."
That's my spot.
"YOUR spot?!?"
Yeah, I live here, I rent this spot.
"Oh, I've parked there before, my friend said it was cool..."
[housemate and I look at each other and crack up...]
Oh, it was cool, huh? It's not cool.
"Oh, I'm REALLY sorry..."
So you want me to move my car, huh?
".................."
Whatever, I shouldn't be nice, but you said sorry...
"yeah, I'm really sorry, it won't happen again..."
Yeah, three "nice" ladies like you...whatever...
.......
So I found my copy of Anais Nin's _Little Birds_ and started reading that cause I couldn't sleep. How fucking awesome. I read that book in the van on tour and I was totally transported into this taudry world of deviance. So good to re-read. Fell asleep and had an amazing, amazing dream. I didn't remember the dream until my second cup of coffee, but I was happy all the while up until that moment and I couldn't remember why.
Then it came back to me that you were in my dream. I was staying in Cali. and you and a couple of your friends came down from Portland on a roadtrip. Although it wasn't the two friends I'd associate you with. totally different, in fact you weren't yourself either, but it was you. I don't think anything crazy happened, we spent a bunch of time together, slept (like not having sex but sleep) together (which is too bad...), I probably held you, we went to a diner, there was a bunch of us, two tables, we were at different tables and I knew I wanted to be next to you, you looked over at me...I think you had a bag full of kittens (????), we had a really cool time and you took off. So weird that it was just that, cause in my waking reality, when I think of you it's so much more dangerous and out there...random...sexy. this was all just rad, mellow, not really out there at all. But you were there, it really doesn't matter. I think as I fell asleep, I was thinking I wanted to tell you all I wanted from you was to hear you say, "_______________", which you write in your journal on occasion. I always wondered what your voice sounded like when you say that.
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okay, everybody has a moment or two where they're sneakin' a peek. I don't care who the fuck you think you are or whether you're a boy or a girl, everybody sneaks a peek, some way or another.
so I think the thing that jogged my memory was that there was this couple across from us at the coffee shop (they have couches and coffee tables there) and the girl was wearing daisy dukes, short shorts. the way she was sitting I couldn't help but see straight up her shorts. No underwear, ladies and germs. nice. dirty dirty dirty boy
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Hee-hee. That's perfect. Actually I haven't listened to him in ages and ages.
I've been listening to tons of Tom Waits lately, though.