When sleep is removed from life things are infinitly more clear and precise and yet they make no sense.
Friday I found myself at the bar at the Cheshire Hotel talking with some prospective law student visiting frrom NY.
I gave her a spoken word CD of mine and sent her up to her room without dinner.
That was fun.
Then it was on to a duplex party with some friends of mine who knew nearly everyone at the party whereas I knew NO ONE.
It was all right.
Then fuckin' people I went to high school showed up.
They linger and stare at me for a bit before they say,
"Oh,... ERIK! Is that YOU!"
I'm mostly remember as "that guy."
Meaning, "that guy" who had weird, skater cut hair (that was done on accident) and wore Cannibal Corpse shirts to schoole very day and wrote everyone's English papers for them.
There were some gorgeous women there and I spoke with some of them for as long as I could hold out without yawning or scraping my boots together... wanting to get outta there.
We finally booked around 2am or so.
Wound up at Del Taco.
And then I bunked at my buddy Henry's (my friend of 12 years who lives down Kingshighway from me).
He set me up on his couch, offered me a sandwhich, gave me a blanket and a pillow and I scraped away beer bottles for a place to lay as he pointed as a space heater at me and I fell asleep for a blissful 4 hours, woke at 730am and then drug me feet to my car where I blared Single Bullet Theory all the way back to my place where I waited for Futon Express and Crate&Barell to get there.
Red Bell and Amp saved my ass when I went into work for a 7 hour shift with the head boss man.
DAMN IT the new Pig Destroyer CD, "Terrifyer," is some mad crazy shit like I've never heard... that album has, so far, stuck its boot up my ass and broke it off there... DAMN!
Well, it's time to hot tub, for the last time (probably) in a long ass while. And then it's off to bed for another hectic day tomorrow (well, today, actually) and then it's a day of hanging clothes, moving and unpacking boxes and then the Hatebreed show, where I will undoubtedly run into EVERY SINGLE MOTHERFUCKER I KNOW...
But at least I'll be so damn tired I won't notice them... just be staring at Autum Offering, Diecast, Agnostic Front, and the 'Breed...
DAMMIT, it's gonna be a beautiful nite!
Then it's just a week 'till my grandfather's 78th birthday (us Germans live to be, at the very least, 80 or 90).
And then I just have a month until Suffocation!
I suppose I will fill the time reading, making spoke word albums, updating my website so people can buy those CDs (delusions of fuckin' grandeur) and sitting around my apartment falling asleep to equal amounts of Boone's Farm and Haydn.
Don't look too hard... under scrutiny I'm MUCH more unattractive.
EDH
Friday I found myself at the bar at the Cheshire Hotel talking with some prospective law student visiting frrom NY.
I gave her a spoken word CD of mine and sent her up to her room without dinner.
That was fun.
Then it was on to a duplex party with some friends of mine who knew nearly everyone at the party whereas I knew NO ONE.
It was all right.
Then fuckin' people I went to high school showed up.
They linger and stare at me for a bit before they say,
"Oh,... ERIK! Is that YOU!"
I'm mostly remember as "that guy."
Meaning, "that guy" who had weird, skater cut hair (that was done on accident) and wore Cannibal Corpse shirts to schoole very day and wrote everyone's English papers for them.
There were some gorgeous women there and I spoke with some of them for as long as I could hold out without yawning or scraping my boots together... wanting to get outta there.
We finally booked around 2am or so.
Wound up at Del Taco.
And then I bunked at my buddy Henry's (my friend of 12 years who lives down Kingshighway from me).
He set me up on his couch, offered me a sandwhich, gave me a blanket and a pillow and I scraped away beer bottles for a place to lay as he pointed as a space heater at me and I fell asleep for a blissful 4 hours, woke at 730am and then drug me feet to my car where I blared Single Bullet Theory all the way back to my place where I waited for Futon Express and Crate&Barell to get there.
Red Bell and Amp saved my ass when I went into work for a 7 hour shift with the head boss man.
DAMN IT the new Pig Destroyer CD, "Terrifyer," is some mad crazy shit like I've never heard... that album has, so far, stuck its boot up my ass and broke it off there... DAMN!
Well, it's time to hot tub, for the last time (probably) in a long ass while. And then it's off to bed for another hectic day tomorrow (well, today, actually) and then it's a day of hanging clothes, moving and unpacking boxes and then the Hatebreed show, where I will undoubtedly run into EVERY SINGLE MOTHERFUCKER I KNOW...
But at least I'll be so damn tired I won't notice them... just be staring at Autum Offering, Diecast, Agnostic Front, and the 'Breed...
DAMMIT, it's gonna be a beautiful nite!
Then it's just a week 'till my grandfather's 78th birthday (us Germans live to be, at the very least, 80 or 90).
And then I just have a month until Suffocation!
I suppose I will fill the time reading, making spoke word albums, updating my website so people can buy those CDs (delusions of fuckin' grandeur) and sitting around my apartment falling asleep to equal amounts of Boone's Farm and Haydn.
Don't look too hard... under scrutiny I'm MUCH more unattractive.
EDH