whiskeyfightpit

Running themes in most if not all journal entries. Whiskey, Music, world hating, women loving, and random American curiosities. Today I had the day off, so I missed out on the curiosities. Well, I take that back. Some teenage girl came up to my door and asked if I would sign a petition. It was a petition to get SUNOCO to run their local oil refinery a tad safer. She also asked me if I could write a letter to the plant manager. Hey, I'm already at 1/3 of a bottle of Jamiesons so it's like "What the hell, let's roll Missy!" Anyone who is a friend of mine knows it's just bad news for me to write anything at all. Grocery lists are not even safe. I don't know how to not fuck up and not embarass people with my words. So I write this letter talking about this cat is killing children and the committe has a picture of him right next to Hitler and the guy from Enron. Then I go into this spiel about how I wanna go drinking with the guy and that we should talk about US foreign and economic policy in Colombia. I also said if he isn't down with the whole politics scene that I have a killer ass tape of hockey fights. You remember Bob Probert from the Red Wings right? Big rough-housin' coke usin' bruiser back in the 80's and early 90's. That guy was a fucking meat grinder, man. The tape even has two fights with Bob and Tie Domi from Toronto. This is a fucking work of art if there ever was one. I think the girl was amused by it but I am unsure. Everyone is so touchy these days. I was hoping she would read it and wanna have dinner with me or something. All the girls in Oregon don't want anything to do with me except for entertainment at parties. I think it's I don't tan alot nor do I have barbed wire round the old biceps. Plus I don't like Jay-Z or modern cinema. Oh, I forgot I don't have those frosty tips in my hair like the dude from Sugar Ray. Even the 3 or 4 indie women around here are provincial as hell. They still think it's subversive to go mullet hunting and to look like Rivers Cuomo from Weezer. Most people put themselves into little ghettos around here. You have to be shaped like the cookie cutter or you will be thrown out. Man, I remember when skateboarding and cocaine used to be rebellious!! I think I'm going square. Maybe that's the new outsider scene. I'm gonna start looking like a combination of an offensive lineman (football position) and William S. Burroughs.

Oh yeah, there is nothing wrong the Greatful Dead unless you smell like you just came from a Grateful Dead Concert.

Soundtrack of the day JESUS SHOOTIN' HEROIN by Those Flaming Lips....again