WHISKEYFIGHT PIT CAN EAT A BIBLE WHILE WATER SKIING.
Sometimes material is too good not to steal. Nothing interesting going on in my life to report. Same old daily routine. Same old dipshits. Occasional bright spots. Well, I did almost get into four fights on Saturday. Three of which were at work. Two kids were talking shit about Johnny Cash. I delt with them. One fucking clown with a teal tank top didn't like our return policy. This guy almost got his head caved in and arrested by the police. The genius didn't have enough sense to block the call before he made a threatening phone call to my store. What I love about small town cops is that they hate people from the city fucking around in the community. What they hate even more is poor, smelly people drifting over into our lilly white community...for any reason. Try driving a pre 1994 Cadillac or early 90s Chevy Cavalier through Oregon....you'll be followed the entire time. I for one agree with this practice. If someone has a shitty beat up car...chances are they did something to deserve that car. Get 'em the fuck out of dodge. This aint the old days when the poor people were hard working and respectable. Both sides of my family were desperately poor for many years. Even though they didn't have anything, they took great pride in how they presented themselves in public. It was all encompassing. Clean and pressed clothes, proper hygeine, proper social skills like manners. The rare occasion that the children would occompany the adults, the kids new the reprocussions of misbehaving. The poor people of East Toledo have absolutely none of these things. So I have no sympathy for their various dispositions. I hope the poverty and malnutrition leads them all to an early demise. If that doesn't catch, there are two Petroleum plants on the East Side that are leaking enough pollution to do the trick.
The fourth fight almost came over some near-Asian discrimination at a Ralphies eatery. One of the girls in my party we're stared and laughed at by a table of young STD-flavored college students. All I had to do was stare at the American Eagle poster boys and they got the fucking picture. The girl was totally cool about the situation and didn't seem affected. Although there was no racial slurs, I had a feeling that's what the Dawson's Creek fuckholes were getting at.
I think I'm a psychopath. All I have been thinking about lately is getting revenge on anyone who crosses me or behaves in rude fashion. Not just punching them until they get the picture, but watching them die in front of their friends and family. It's like retribution on crank. What keeps coming to mind is the lyric from Talking Head's PSYCHO KILLER.
"I hate people when they're not polite"
Or I probably just need to get laid.
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
McCoy Tyner "Enlightenment"
Alphonze Mouzon plays drums on this beast. He's on a few killer funk-jazz records laying down the breaks. I used to work with a turntablist so I retain some of the CRATE DIGGER mentality. Al played drums on Eugene McDaniels "Headless Hereos Of The Apocalypse". It's a good record on its own. A funk/jazz Dylan record is a good description. Beastie Boys and Tribe Called Quest pulled samples from it, that I know of. I'm sure there is probably more. If I had the spare capital, I would like to get into hunting records for breaks and samples. Being allergic to dust does not help this dream out at all. Personally, I'm content to just buy the records and listen to them. Like some of those old CTI records. Johnny Hammond, Bob James, Deodato, Freddie Hubbard, Milt Jackson...CTI had some of the best gatefold jackets. The only people that had better graphics was probably Blue Note. George Benson had a couple of solid CTI records before he went all Breezin' and shit. All of those dudes moved away from the funk in the mid to late 70's.
That's all right....James Chance layed down enough funk for all of them cats who went straight elevator music.
Sometimes material is too good not to steal. Nothing interesting going on in my life to report. Same old daily routine. Same old dipshits. Occasional bright spots. Well, I did almost get into four fights on Saturday. Three of which were at work. Two kids were talking shit about Johnny Cash. I delt with them. One fucking clown with a teal tank top didn't like our return policy. This guy almost got his head caved in and arrested by the police. The genius didn't have enough sense to block the call before he made a threatening phone call to my store. What I love about small town cops is that they hate people from the city fucking around in the community. What they hate even more is poor, smelly people drifting over into our lilly white community...for any reason. Try driving a pre 1994 Cadillac or early 90s Chevy Cavalier through Oregon....you'll be followed the entire time. I for one agree with this practice. If someone has a shitty beat up car...chances are they did something to deserve that car. Get 'em the fuck out of dodge. This aint the old days when the poor people were hard working and respectable. Both sides of my family were desperately poor for many years. Even though they didn't have anything, they took great pride in how they presented themselves in public. It was all encompassing. Clean and pressed clothes, proper hygeine, proper social skills like manners. The rare occasion that the children would occompany the adults, the kids new the reprocussions of misbehaving. The poor people of East Toledo have absolutely none of these things. So I have no sympathy for their various dispositions. I hope the poverty and malnutrition leads them all to an early demise. If that doesn't catch, there are two Petroleum plants on the East Side that are leaking enough pollution to do the trick.
The fourth fight almost came over some near-Asian discrimination at a Ralphies eatery. One of the girls in my party we're stared and laughed at by a table of young STD-flavored college students. All I had to do was stare at the American Eagle poster boys and they got the fucking picture. The girl was totally cool about the situation and didn't seem affected. Although there was no racial slurs, I had a feeling that's what the Dawson's Creek fuckholes were getting at.
I think I'm a psychopath. All I have been thinking about lately is getting revenge on anyone who crosses me or behaves in rude fashion. Not just punching them until they get the picture, but watching them die in front of their friends and family. It's like retribution on crank. What keeps coming to mind is the lyric from Talking Head's PSYCHO KILLER.
"I hate people when they're not polite"
Or I probably just need to get laid.
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
McCoy Tyner "Enlightenment"
Alphonze Mouzon plays drums on this beast. He's on a few killer funk-jazz records laying down the breaks. I used to work with a turntablist so I retain some of the CRATE DIGGER mentality. Al played drums on Eugene McDaniels "Headless Hereos Of The Apocalypse". It's a good record on its own. A funk/jazz Dylan record is a good description. Beastie Boys and Tribe Called Quest pulled samples from it, that I know of. I'm sure there is probably more. If I had the spare capital, I would like to get into hunting records for breaks and samples. Being allergic to dust does not help this dream out at all. Personally, I'm content to just buy the records and listen to them. Like some of those old CTI records. Johnny Hammond, Bob James, Deodato, Freddie Hubbard, Milt Jackson...CTI had some of the best gatefold jackets. The only people that had better graphics was probably Blue Note. George Benson had a couple of solid CTI records before he went all Breezin' and shit. All of those dudes moved away from the funk in the mid to late 70's.
That's all right....James Chance layed down enough funk for all of them cats who went straight elevator music.
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your story reminds me of rambo: first blood. when patrick denahey(sp) was follwing rambo and he pulled up next to him and was talking about how he was dressed and how they didn't take kindly to his type there. and he took him to the bridge and told him to leave town. but rambo said: FUCK THAT and started to walk back to town. and when the cop pulled up again rambo said: hey you pushing me? i just want to get something to eat.
that movie is so great. i'm rambling so i'm going to go.
talk to you later.