Walking through rubble I can feel burning rocks sifting through my arms and face to find the end of gravity on the floor
I just keep trudging along
I cant help it
I feel like ive been staring at the ass end of a guillotine for months now but my actions are laughter in the face of graves
What am I doing?
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
मिआमी तो के west
REd is that friend that Ive had for years who always has these "genius" ideas while you're treating your body like a chemistry set. However, in a state of solid sobriety or mildly tipsy these GREAT plans sound like a kick in the pants with a well lit sign over it, encouraging you to avoid at all costs.
Without going too far back , I will say that my weakness for bad decisions has landed me on the wrong side of the wrong kind of bars with Red as my cell mate without a lesson learned.Clearly not a person to seek for council or advice in many situations, but a man who should certainly write a book.
So following tradition, when Red suggested in catching a ride with this 40 something year old crack head down to key west, i of course agreed that it was a great idea. I forgot what he said exactly that tipped my scales of common sense, but it was something along the lines of "meant to be " and "we're gonna get clean, after this". Hah! what a soggy diaper that was.
The day came that these two gentleman came to pick me up, Red and the 40 something year old guy. In true shady fashion, they rolled up in a poorly parked WHITE ASTROVAN(!?!!) goddamnit here we go . I handed out all the waves and kisses that needed to be handed out and off i went in this vehicle with a trajectory of debauchery
I said my greetings to the driver and to crazy eyed Red who had probably had a handful of hours of sleep that month due to the strongest of all energy substances: crack (woo hooo ! ) which i must say I had a feeling would be in abundance on this van ride down to the southernmost point.
Well of course minutes after leaving my house, i was shown an altoid tin full of the magic rock and it began coming around.
We smoked enough to get paranoid and for the driver to reveal his first flashes of neediness. We pulled off the highway back towards downtown near the soon to be demolished Miami Arena, so that this whiney bastard behind the drivers seat could toss my good man REd out of the car to find some brown marijuana in O.T. at like 2 pm in broad daylight, which is possible but high risk considering the vehicle we were transporting our guilty selves in . So off he went on his mission and off i went trying to make conversation with the guy up front to kind of feel him out. While the effects of the substances in my body were slowly wearing off, but still kind of wary of the fact that we were mere feet away from a police substation, which i kept reminding the stubborn bastard up front who refused to relocate.
Eventually My Man comes back with the turd bush , and we are off. At this point i have a bad taste in my mouth about the driver and his carelessness, who for storytelling purposes lets call him Ted, he looked like one .Once again, we are off to the Keys with lung fulls of poison.
Throughout the drive down through Homestead and Florida City the stem gets passed around often but not too generously. I start fiending while REd starts giving me some ten-cent poetry about how crack has made him see the way things are supposed to be and that he understands existence on a much higher level, i nod as often as i can and words come out of my mouth, but the only thing i have on my mind is getting more of those sizzling altoids. Meanwhile the Forty-something year old guy begins complaining about his Father not sending him money and then starts pouting creating a whirlwind of hissyfits all about the driver seat.
I now have the knowledge that Ted here, gets by on his papa's dime and is your typical run-of-the-mill scumbag from Florida in a white van. (Oh my magnets ! why do you attract such champions of the human race to my life?)As my distaste for this man grows, he finally gets a call from the man who's seed is the culprit for this mans existence and gets a green light on his cash. I may have failed to mention that his father is terminally ill which probably changes the dynamic of the situation and may explain my distaste for this human being by this point.
Now, when he gets off the phone to celebrate his "victory" of duping the old man into sending him more money for crack, i remember it was one of those moments in my life when time slows down for me to savor my disgust for another human being, as each inflection in their voice and wrinkle on their face sends static down each and every one of my vertebrae and then in turn, presses my embarrassment-for-you button and makes a blender out of my stomache. I remember his happiness being equivalent to that of a guy who just won a turd eating contest, yeah the trophy's nice, but you're still full of shit.It was such a vomit-inducing glimpse into a future i would never want and at that point was scared might be the case due to the amount of poisons i had been putting into my bloodstream. This man served as a human stop sign in those few moments of his temporary happiness.I will never become that.
So now Ted wants to celebrate further and purchase some ice cream and hot dogs or something along those line, so we stop at a typical Florida shopping center.This is when i secretly proceed to recruit Red for my inevitable coup. I inform him that we need this guy, his van, and his highly addictive altoids as much as we need a tumor or a bad case of diarrhea. My plan is to continue down to Key West sans this lousy gent who has already rubbed me like sandpaper.
After much persuasion and pointing out the fact that this guy was the last person on this fucking planet that i wanted to be traveling in a shady van with,Red finally conceded and off we went towards Key West thumbs-a-blazing down the highway right at the northernmost tip of where the Conch Republic begins.We walk on for maybe a mile and of course here comes the scumbag mobile pulling over to the side of the road and Ted starts pleading for Red to get into the car and trying to persuade him to just ditch me. Red’s not really buying it, although is thinking it might be a good idea for both of us to ride with this guy down there and then ditch him.Our options soon become more limited when i begin reciting some words that had been swimming around in my head at this jerk's shadowy face at the window and begin pointing out the fact that we will never become him,we were a different breed.I wish i could remember verbatim what was said, because as he drove off in a speedy fashion, I definitely had that feeling as if the words that geysered out of my mouth hit the nail right on the head.
So finally rid of this piece of shit in a man suit, off we were, me and Red singing songs as the sun sets while walking along Henry Flagler's failed rail line with the ocean breeze wafting the scents that only salt water and highway can provide. For a while there we lose a little hope due to the lack of rides and we wander into a bowling alley just for shits and giggles, well mostly for hydration, we were a couple of parched puppies. So, we went in and got our fill of water and shot the shit with the overweight couple behind the counter via exchanged laughs and whatnot, which gained us some free soda as well. Soon after, I believe we got a ride further up to one of the keys, but i can't remember which one. I do remember walking into a somewhat fancy restaurant buffet and sticking out like two sore thumbs on one very well washed hand, as Red began sampling all sorts of cheeses and food items until we were told that it was not the proper protocol for eating at this particular buffet.At the first request for currency we found the exit and were southbound once again.
It was well into the night and we had walked our fair share of miles, when a pickup truck pulled over to the side of the road.And offered us some covered ground all the way to Duvall street . Duvall being the heart of our destination and two hours away.
TO BE ConTINUED…………… Yeah Im fuckin Lazy
Without going too far back , I will say that my weakness for bad decisions has landed me on the wrong side of the wrong kind of bars with Red as my cell mate without a lesson learned.Clearly not a person to seek for council or advice in many situations, but a man who should certainly write a book.
So following tradition, when Red suggested in catching a ride with this 40 something year old crack head down to key west, i of course agreed that it was a great idea. I forgot what he said exactly that tipped my scales of common sense, but it was something along the lines of "meant to be " and "we're gonna get clean, after this". Hah! what a soggy diaper that was.
The day came that these two gentleman came to pick me up, Red and the 40 something year old guy. In true shady fashion, they rolled up in a poorly parked WHITE ASTROVAN(!?!!) goddamnit here we go . I handed out all the waves and kisses that needed to be handed out and off i went in this vehicle with a trajectory of debauchery
I said my greetings to the driver and to crazy eyed Red who had probably had a handful of hours of sleep that month due to the strongest of all energy substances: crack (woo hooo ! ) which i must say I had a feeling would be in abundance on this van ride down to the southernmost point.
Well of course minutes after leaving my house, i was shown an altoid tin full of the magic rock and it began coming around.
We smoked enough to get paranoid and for the driver to reveal his first flashes of neediness. We pulled off the highway back towards downtown near the soon to be demolished Miami Arena, so that this whiney bastard behind the drivers seat could toss my good man REd out of the car to find some brown marijuana in O.T. at like 2 pm in broad daylight, which is possible but high risk considering the vehicle we were transporting our guilty selves in . So off he went on his mission and off i went trying to make conversation with the guy up front to kind of feel him out. While the effects of the substances in my body were slowly wearing off, but still kind of wary of the fact that we were mere feet away from a police substation, which i kept reminding the stubborn bastard up front who refused to relocate.
Eventually My Man comes back with the turd bush , and we are off. At this point i have a bad taste in my mouth about the driver and his carelessness, who for storytelling purposes lets call him Ted, he looked like one .Once again, we are off to the Keys with lung fulls of poison.
Throughout the drive down through Homestead and Florida City the stem gets passed around often but not too generously. I start fiending while REd starts giving me some ten-cent poetry about how crack has made him see the way things are supposed to be and that he understands existence on a much higher level, i nod as often as i can and words come out of my mouth, but the only thing i have on my mind is getting more of those sizzling altoids. Meanwhile the Forty-something year old guy begins complaining about his Father not sending him money and then starts pouting creating a whirlwind of hissyfits all about the driver seat.
I now have the knowledge that Ted here, gets by on his papa's dime and is your typical run-of-the-mill scumbag from Florida in a white van. (Oh my magnets ! why do you attract such champions of the human race to my life?)As my distaste for this man grows, he finally gets a call from the man who's seed is the culprit for this mans existence and gets a green light on his cash. I may have failed to mention that his father is terminally ill which probably changes the dynamic of the situation and may explain my distaste for this human being by this point.
Now, when he gets off the phone to celebrate his "victory" of duping the old man into sending him more money for crack, i remember it was one of those moments in my life when time slows down for me to savor my disgust for another human being, as each inflection in their voice and wrinkle on their face sends static down each and every one of my vertebrae and then in turn, presses my embarrassment-for-you button and makes a blender out of my stomache. I remember his happiness being equivalent to that of a guy who just won a turd eating contest, yeah the trophy's nice, but you're still full of shit.It was such a vomit-inducing glimpse into a future i would never want and at that point was scared might be the case due to the amount of poisons i had been putting into my bloodstream. This man served as a human stop sign in those few moments of his temporary happiness.I will never become that.
So now Ted wants to celebrate further and purchase some ice cream and hot dogs or something along those line, so we stop at a typical Florida shopping center.This is when i secretly proceed to recruit Red for my inevitable coup. I inform him that we need this guy, his van, and his highly addictive altoids as much as we need a tumor or a bad case of diarrhea. My plan is to continue down to Key West sans this lousy gent who has already rubbed me like sandpaper.
After much persuasion and pointing out the fact that this guy was the last person on this fucking planet that i wanted to be traveling in a shady van with,Red finally conceded and off we went towards Key West thumbs-a-blazing down the highway right at the northernmost tip of where the Conch Republic begins.We walk on for maybe a mile and of course here comes the scumbag mobile pulling over to the side of the road and Ted starts pleading for Red to get into the car and trying to persuade him to just ditch me. Red’s not really buying it, although is thinking it might be a good idea for both of us to ride with this guy down there and then ditch him.Our options soon become more limited when i begin reciting some words that had been swimming around in my head at this jerk's shadowy face at the window and begin pointing out the fact that we will never become him,we were a different breed.I wish i could remember verbatim what was said, because as he drove off in a speedy fashion, I definitely had that feeling as if the words that geysered out of my mouth hit the nail right on the head.
So finally rid of this piece of shit in a man suit, off we were, me and Red singing songs as the sun sets while walking along Henry Flagler's failed rail line with the ocean breeze wafting the scents that only salt water and highway can provide. For a while there we lose a little hope due to the lack of rides and we wander into a bowling alley just for shits and giggles, well mostly for hydration, we were a couple of parched puppies. So, we went in and got our fill of water and shot the shit with the overweight couple behind the counter via exchanged laughs and whatnot, which gained us some free soda as well. Soon after, I believe we got a ride further up to one of the keys, but i can't remember which one. I do remember walking into a somewhat fancy restaurant buffet and sticking out like two sore thumbs on one very well washed hand, as Red began sampling all sorts of cheeses and food items until we were told that it was not the proper protocol for eating at this particular buffet.At the first request for currency we found the exit and were southbound once again.
It was well into the night and we had walked our fair share of miles, when a pickup truck pulled over to the side of the road.And offered us some covered ground all the way to Duvall street . Duvall being the heart of our destination and two hours away.
TO BE ConTINUED…………… Yeah Im fuckin Lazy
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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