I haven't seen such beauty in who knows how long. Clear skies shot through with ultraorangemarine neon no words to describe. Volcano in my back yard sending up miles of hot ash and tuning the thoughts of all the rush hour commuters on I-5 into low octaves. A line of ants on a hot sidewalk. They want to believe that boot comes down with the conscious intent that it does so to end them. And it doesn't even know they're there. It doesn't know anything. And this absence of thought is drifting through my window as I type this on a bed of cherry blossoms.
Oh, but why am I in such a serene state of mind? Guitar Wolf
A pretty shitty week of work ended with a colostomy explosion. This rich asshole that has everything handed to him his whole life including every car he has ever had scammed my store out of over eighteen hundred dollars. Instead of letting me resolve the issue immediately upper management decided they would handle the situation by completely fucking it up. The scambag split without payment and said the job should be free because of his 'potential job losses' from a previous job that was late due to events beyond our control, i.e. subcontracted work. This of course was a complete load of horseshit because we kept him supplied the entire time and ate the job anyway. So I explained the legal aspects of liability to him and without directly saying so let him know that he didn't have a leg to stand on in court. This was all exactly correct yet the upper management all collectively pussed out and now there is a very real chance my profit for this month may be blown. Which hurts me a hell of a lot more than Mr. Lazex plastic surgeon that drives a Mercedes that his company gave him yet he is arguing over less than a dollar more times than I can count. Total fucking slime. But he looks sharp and the managers are afraid that he might say something bad about us. Again total fucking slime.
And last night he told me to my face that my boss said he didn't have to pay a dime. Slimed.
Luckily I had Whiskey and Iron City to keep me company ion a sea of studded belts and pompadours.
THANK YOU to the girl that threw her panties on stage during the second band's set. Actually, everyone would like to thank you for then crawling onto the stage to retrieve said panties and showing us all your pussy.
All the hardcore motherfuckers were instantly outcored by the group of Japanese kids. The guy that decided to try to befriend them as it might up his coreage was a complete fucktard. Don't ever be that guy. You are not an ambassador.
Dear guy that kept spitting his beer on the second opening band, God bless you son that was awesome.
Billy hit the stage and combed back his hair. Seiji spit on the ceiling and the place exploded. Damn good show. I stood my ground and fought back the ambassador as he flailed around. I wish I would have brought my camera but that would have just given me something to worry about. Still.
Afterwards just got even more surreal when I ran into JuraSic at the Magic Garden. He taught me that whenever you pass an open door that leads up a flight of stairs at four in the morning always go up. You never know when could be a group of amateur pole dancers at the top.
Strange. My legs are tired.
Oh, but why am I in such a serene state of mind? Guitar Wolf
A pretty shitty week of work ended with a colostomy explosion. This rich asshole that has everything handed to him his whole life including every car he has ever had scammed my store out of over eighteen hundred dollars. Instead of letting me resolve the issue immediately upper management decided they would handle the situation by completely fucking it up. The scambag split without payment and said the job should be free because of his 'potential job losses' from a previous job that was late due to events beyond our control, i.e. subcontracted work. This of course was a complete load of horseshit because we kept him supplied the entire time and ate the job anyway. So I explained the legal aspects of liability to him and without directly saying so let him know that he didn't have a leg to stand on in court. This was all exactly correct yet the upper management all collectively pussed out and now there is a very real chance my profit for this month may be blown. Which hurts me a hell of a lot more than Mr. Lazex plastic surgeon that drives a Mercedes that his company gave him yet he is arguing over less than a dollar more times than I can count. Total fucking slime. But he looks sharp and the managers are afraid that he might say something bad about us. Again total fucking slime.
And last night he told me to my face that my boss said he didn't have to pay a dime. Slimed.
Luckily I had Whiskey and Iron City to keep me company ion a sea of studded belts and pompadours.
THANK YOU to the girl that threw her panties on stage during the second band's set. Actually, everyone would like to thank you for then crawling onto the stage to retrieve said panties and showing us all your pussy.
All the hardcore motherfuckers were instantly outcored by the group of Japanese kids. The guy that decided to try to befriend them as it might up his coreage was a complete fucktard. Don't ever be that guy. You are not an ambassador.
Dear guy that kept spitting his beer on the second opening band, God bless you son that was awesome.
Billy hit the stage and combed back his hair. Seiji spit on the ceiling and the place exploded. Damn good show. I stood my ground and fought back the ambassador as he flailed around. I wish I would have brought my camera but that would have just given me something to worry about. Still.
Afterwards just got even more surreal when I ran into JuraSic at the Magic Garden. He taught me that whenever you pass an open door that leads up a flight of stairs at four in the morning always go up. You never know when could be a group of amateur pole dancers at the top.
Strange. My legs are tired.
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but i couldn't see anything. there was the WALL OF TALL in the front, those tall fuckers who stand their ground? i had to lean on the back wall to see anything, and it's so far back, what's the point. next time i'm wearing cleats and i'll climb all over the WALL OF TALL.