A Valentine catastrophe knocked on my door this morning. She was about my age, very pretty, and still dressed from the night befor. She wanted to come in and watch TV, and that's fine except I'd never seen this girl befor in my life. I told her I didn't own a TV. She said, well what do you want to do?...HUH? Things got weird. She tryed to force her way in and I had to lock her out. I felt bad about it, but what the fuck? I can't deal with that shit on Sunday morning.
Modest Mouse released "Float On" as a single and well I don't know, but the live bootlegs sound better than the album version
George was a tweaker, hansome and cocky. Less was a chubby softy, smoked too much dope and slept all the time. "No rules" Mikey was an anarchist punk, allways fuckin' around, laughed at everything. We were tite. I liked Mike but the tweak made him do all kinds a weird shit in the middle of the night. We were a bunch of drugged out kids in charge of a 90 foot sportfishing boat the night George allmost killed us.
I loved the ocean, loved being on boats, but it was hard work. We never slept more than 4 hours streight. I sometimes fell asleap standing up. It was dangerous and I was hurt pretty bad once. Chrystal kept everyone else goin'. George had been goin' for several days the night he collapsed. He was supposed to be driven' the boat but, the boat didn't need him. It just drove all on it's own. it was a miracle we didn't hit a tanker or somethin', but there are islands and islands are more formidable than moving objects. So yeah, we hit Catalina in the middle of the night. It was beautifull. A big chunck a rock with a few tiny slivers of sand here and there, and we slid right up on one of those slivers. All sleaping like babies and no one got hurt. It was sureal. I got up and saw Blazing halogins shinning down on this tiny cove, our bow stuck in the sand. There were people on the beach poking there heads out of tents, looking like they'd seen aliens. It was FUCKING BEAUTIFULL!! If I could write worth a donkey's ass I'd describe it all, but I can't.
I knew there wasn't a god because if there was, he wouldn't have let us live.
Lots of things happened, but in the end George was hidding up in the hills with the buffalo. Less was tryin' to get some sleep. MIke and I unloaded the bait tanks into this tiny bay, attracting all the fish for miles. We drank beer and fished for hours.
Life couldn't have been more fair.
Modest Mouse released "Float On" as a single and well I don't know, but the live bootlegs sound better than the album version
George was a tweaker, hansome and cocky. Less was a chubby softy, smoked too much dope and slept all the time. "No rules" Mikey was an anarchist punk, allways fuckin' around, laughed at everything. We were tite. I liked Mike but the tweak made him do all kinds a weird shit in the middle of the night. We were a bunch of drugged out kids in charge of a 90 foot sportfishing boat the night George allmost killed us.
I loved the ocean, loved being on boats, but it was hard work. We never slept more than 4 hours streight. I sometimes fell asleap standing up. It was dangerous and I was hurt pretty bad once. Chrystal kept everyone else goin'. George had been goin' for several days the night he collapsed. He was supposed to be driven' the boat but, the boat didn't need him. It just drove all on it's own. it was a miracle we didn't hit a tanker or somethin', but there are islands and islands are more formidable than moving objects. So yeah, we hit Catalina in the middle of the night. It was beautifull. A big chunck a rock with a few tiny slivers of sand here and there, and we slid right up on one of those slivers. All sleaping like babies and no one got hurt. It was sureal. I got up and saw Blazing halogins shinning down on this tiny cove, our bow stuck in the sand. There were people on the beach poking there heads out of tents, looking like they'd seen aliens. It was FUCKING BEAUTIFULL!! If I could write worth a donkey's ass I'd describe it all, but I can't.
I knew there wasn't a god because if there was, he wouldn't have let us live.
Lots of things happened, but in the end George was hidding up in the hills with the buffalo. Less was tryin' to get some sleep. MIke and I unloaded the bait tanks into this tiny bay, attracting all the fish for miles. We drank beer and fished for hours.
Life couldn't have been more fair.