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September 3, 2002
I hung out with Tom today after finding him on AOL IM and pestering him with pictures of Coors Light, sperm cells, and captions saying "Unleash the fury!!!" After school he picked me up and Nick the Dick and I watched him play softball with his brother-in-law. They were all going to the bar after that in my old neighborhood so I went with them since we planned to drink anyway. After we got a couple pitchers and I watched the guys play pool, people started coming in that I hadn't seen or even thought about for years. One of them was Mike, this dude I was pretty much stalking and obsessed with freshman year. Nick called Ricky Meneses, who I saw last at his birthday party where I brought Gabe and we were afraid because all these older people were salsa dancing in the living room. I also met Brad Bohensky from high school, who never knew me, but I'm thinking of interviewing The Classified for the Hurley site cuz I really need a solid story on someone. I was a total drunken asshole and don't know how legit he thinks I am with my lame press credentials. But he was very nice. I also talked to Ryan's cousin Chris for really the first time since I've known him, and he was very courteous to act like he was interested in what I was saying. I don't remember any of it today, but I'm sure it was lame as all hell. I told him I thought his friend looked like Henry Rollins, but I was wearing my beer goggles.
I was back in La Jolla today to wait for Gabe to get off work. Very strange. Everyone I used to know who used to know me from the bank either didn't recognize me or didn't say hi. It was like I stepped out momentarily from the face of the La Jolla planet and looked at it from the outside to see how truly ugly and superficial it all is. It made me kind of glad I don't work there anymore. I even went in to the Body Shop where I had been interviewed because I was thinking of buying some makeup, until I saw the stupid chicks that work there and felt an urge to run away. The Body Shop of Whore-ers. Maybe I have to be in the mood to hang there; something I can tell by the way I'm already writing about my walk down Girard Avenue and it's only been half an hour. In a moment of loneliness and vulnerability I called PK to see if he culd meet me at Newbreak, but he was surfing with Bunker. As he culd have predicted I told him I wasn't writing for No Cover at the moment, but he said that if I go to any shows or think of anything cool to write he'd use it for the Hurley site and I'd continue to get paid.
Jon, Brian and Adam called me as they arrived from San Francisco this morning at 7:00. I was hungover and tired from getting puke drunk the night before, but they told me they were making their way to my house. I'd gotten five hours of sleep, but I got up and changed, and at 7:30 a.m. I hopped into the car and joined them for breakfast at Kono's in P.B. We went to pick up Jon's old roomate Megan, we smoked a J at her apartment, and ate these huge breakfasts. After that they even got more drinks, and I bought a Red Bull and vodka. This was at 10:30 in the morning and I had the worst hangover ever. The sun was shining on my head and made it hurt a lot. I was a mess. But I haven't seen Brian in a year and a half, so I was really excited. It tires me even writing about that morning though. I had to be at work at 12:00 but I told them i'd be in at 2:00, so we spent some extra time at the beach. Meanwhile I was wearing these Size 1 shorts that Megan let me borrow and I couldn't have been more uncomfortable. Jon ended up taking me to work, and I was still hungover and looking beat as all hell. It was horrible. Okay, now I remember. This was Friday. God, what a blur.
August the day after that one, 2002
Tonight me and Gabe went to this party for Sharon since she's going off to college. We hadn't really eaten anything, but we brought a 30 pack of beer, did a couple shots and smoked after we got there. So Gabe ended up passing out on the living room floor with this rolled up rug for a pillow, and I was outside telling hamming it up with everyone because Joe and Al had gotten there. All the while getting really fucked up because I drinking some strange concoction Forest put together. I ended up getting sick, and by that time Gabe was up and feeling better. So my turn came around to pass out, and when everyone was leaving the party Gabe was sitting next to me as I lay on the couch.
August ?, 2002,
Mike's brother Jason said the Battle at the Alamo was between Mexico and the Texans. I thought it was the French, but I was only wringing out a puddle from my memory mop of useless trivia. We were outside when Jason enlightened Gabe with his cracked out drunken rambling, this time on the Alamo. I told them all I knew was "That's where the gypsy told Pee-Wee Herman he lost his wallet." It's actually where the palm reader told Pee-Wee Herman his bike was, but I was high and couldn't remember. I was too busy laughing at myself and thinking I was the funniest goddamn person in the world. Later that night we went to his friend Nick's house, where I was afraid the girls were judging me because I was wearing my "Hot Pu Sze" shirt. They had magnetic poetry on the fridge, and while I was there I put together a nice little rhyme:
drop
I normally don't fuss with magnetic poetry because it's made for people who think if they put abstract words together that just sound nice they're poets all the sudden. But that's probably why I let Andy finish my poem because I was questioning what he was doing and telling him it didn't rhyme, which makes me a total ass, I know.
I was pretty much silly enough to the point that I could feel the stupid look on my face and I was very self-conscious. Especially with all those people around that haven't seen me. It made me a bit nervous. I cared because I wasn't high, strange. I guess I didn't want them to think I was an embarrassing lush who would sit down in a dog bed like Troy's ex-girlfriend. Lol. I even walked down to the 7-11 and saw Fatty Ray who rang up my cigarettes. I wanted to say more to him than I did but he was working and I was slurring. Hmm. How embarrassing. Casey met up with us later and we all went to Tom's and got in the jacuzzi. It wasn't sobering or anything, just hot. So we got out and passed out in the house. Yayyyyy.
Later that night we ventured over to Joe Momma's house and watched some funny ass stand up on BET about getting high, and we were irie so I'm afraid we all related to what they were saying. When Gabe drove me home I made some interesting revelations about the eating habits of vegetarians and vegans. I asked Gabe "Are insects vegetarian?" meaning, can vegetarians eat them, but I think Gabe thought I was asking if insects were carnivorous, who knows. But then he said, "Yeah, they're all protein." And I still don't know what the hell that had to do with anything, and if I were to ask Gabe right now I'm sure he wouldn't know either.. maybe he was factoring in nutritional value. I was basing it on the fact that insects had faces. And then he mentioned how they eat fish because they don't have nervous systems, so they can't suffer when they're being killed. ANYWAY what it came down to was that we had the attention spans of goldfish and we forgot what we were arguing about three minutes into it anyway. The rest of the time I was laughing and shouting at Gabe, "Do the middle of your chest!" LOL. I love life.
Then I started wondering about vegan girls. Vegans don't eat animal products, but when a vegan girl is giving head, does she swallow? Semen is an animal product. And I'm sure those little guys have faces if you look at them closely enough. They're smiling and saying "Weeeeee!"
chill
see a thousand color s bloom
sleep and have a daydream
with the sun and moon
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