razor13

oucchh, a painful couple of days, broken hand, bruised ribs, cuts, liver is more of a dier, i guess i'll never learn, those cold concrete benches in the holding cell kinda help the hangover a lil', but they don't do the arthritis much good at all, fun with pain, color inside the lines or you make a mess, messy old man is what i have become, i made alot of money on the football game, but i got a ticket and have to pay a fine and i got so wasted that i just fucked about half of it off, i hate money and the best way to abuse money back for what it does to the world is to just piss it away. after i got out of no. county i had to go straight to the soup kitchen to start the soups for the noon rush, i made one kettle of chicken noodle and one vegan carrot, everybody likes my soup the best so it would have sucked if the OPD would have tried to keep me any longer, i put a lot of love in my soup. i am not really a degenerate gambler, i just like to take a good chance now and again, see how the cosmos rates me, the soup is better if i start it the night before, the church that lays out the spread lets me come in and get it goin' and somebody usually put the finish on it in the morning, but i didn't start it htis time so nobody had done anything and it would have been canned crap and i used to hate that shit when i was homeless. sister's of the road, is that place still going? that was a nice place to eat in portland when i lived in my van under the bridge with two dogs and a beautiful woman who loved, that was probably the best living in a vehicle experience i ever had, good ole town portland, i am reminiscing because i am going to go with a band that i am working with to portland at the end of the month, the band is called apocolipstick and the show is at roseland, anyway i'll know more soon and what not, but yeah just remembering portland, i think the last time i was there was for some big punk show that was in a wherehouse and i almost had to play bass for the day-glo abortions because their bass player was detained at the border and i was really shit-faced and the line-up was all old friends of mine and i had just got out of prison and was pretty self- concious about being around alot of people, plus i did a bunch of speed on the drive up and i had a friend who worked at h. wienhardt's who gave me two cases of that green ale and needless to say mike from the day-glo's was not into having me fuck up their set and i was in no shape to feel that fucked up on stage and i slept with some hippie chic in the warehouse that night( it was a two day show) and in morning she made fried tofu with mushrooms and i went to some water fall and when i got back to the show i was trippin' hard and the band had started but all in al it was a good time, so i am kind lookin' forward to goin' back through portland again. fuck, i lost my voice and a lot of brain cells so i can't think of anything witty, i guess i'm a lil' glad to be alive, just a lil', though...