johnnydelicious

Not that I had planned to previously, but tonight's visit from some family included two cousins who reinstated a belief in me that I should never have kids. And anyone with kids should keep them in a cage until they are old/strong enough to fight for their freedom. My head hurts.

I think I might have been drinking last night. Had to welcome my friend Donny to New York. Went to Welcome to the Johnsons, Doc Holidays, and Coyote Ugly. Tried to top off the evening with Bar 81 but it had gotten to the cool part of the night there where they lock the doors. Had some pizza at Stromboli. Then woke up at the...
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I think I met the cowboy from the Village People tonight. And guess what. I'm drunk again. Still?

Supposedly I've been drinking for a while. Supposedly I drank a lot. I'll verify if I can do so properly tomorrow.

I'm not watching the Turbo AC's and the Dragons at CBGB's right now. Why? Because my back fucking hurts. I feel old and feeble. Time to drink through this shit. And by that I mean PT tomorrow.

Tomorrow I get my back looked at, clean some foggers, run a show, and go drinking with a friend and her parents. One out of four ain't bad.

If anyone reads this, have you seen the movie Equinox (from either 1967 or 1971, also titled The Beast with great claymation monsters). If so and you have a copy, please let me know if you are...
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Wow. Last night was fucking wierd. I drink until I can't see then I wonder where you are. Drinks with crew after show. eventually, me, one girl, and the crazy German. German and girl start making out. I wait a while, then try to leave. They don't let me. They keep making out. eventually head to a new bar. Keep drinking. Me and the German...
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I feel like I spent all damn day leaving messages on answering machines.

Usually if I get home at seven in the morning, I've at least been having the sex. I seem to have just drunk a lot however. Beats me, I woke up in my bed and my teeth felt funny. Not funny like I threw up, more funny that my jaws don't seem to close as well as they did on the previous day. Thankfully, I...
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Sunday begins an 80-100 hour work week. I'll be staying at a friend's who lives closer to the job, so if anyone is crying alone wondering where my unexciting journal entries are, that's where.