it's a long drive for someone with nothing to think about

listening to sun ra had a dream about buying a pet hedgehog from some lady in front of my old elementary school knew it was for the best. it was blue (though i made no connection to sonic in the dream)and had a toy ball it played with. it loved to be held and consoled that the world was okay and i was glad it was involved. it was the most precious creature i'd ever seen so when i woke it was a strange maladie to realize i had imagined it all being that on waking my first desire was to pick her up and hold her close and kiss her furry little head. when considering the wake-up i don't know if it could be considered a good dream or not. i am glad i had it though.

spent last night three shots of tequila four sixteen ounce saint ides and and forty of schiltz bull ice. was drunk as odd as that might be. yogi called wanted to banter sounded a bit down maybe but it's hard to tell when the room rotates at three hundred and sixty dergrees per second. we jabbered on on him telling me stories about his last few days then i puked. then i puked again. and again. and again. the last two were only dry heaves which left these tidy little red dots around my eyes (i look quite the drunkard-something like that guy from nypd blue before jimmy schmidt, i forget his name...david carruso maybe?..well, i looked like him)

after the wonderful drastic vomiting the room continued to spin and yogi continued asking me a question he had been digging at for quite a while. i told him i needed a second to catch my breath collect my thoughts i said something...the next thing i remember is waking up to daylight on pogos porch curled in a little ball. i wnet inside and went to bed having realized i must have passed out while he was waiting for me to catch my breath. woke up a few hours later and stumbled outside to smoke a cigarette and found myself ankle deep in vomit. i used the blender to pour water across it dumping it casually off the balacony as i could think of no other way to dispose of it. i came inside afterward and sat down to have my now much needed cigarette and sat down with a glass of water i'd poured to read a bit of camden joy's the last rock star book (genius).

at some point here pogo sideled his way out and went outside to smoke a cigarette. i smoked on with him while explaining why the balcony was wet and the little cracks were crevaced with a gooey version of a substance that could only be likened to turkey. after the explanation i came inside and sat down to play need for speed three (hot pursuit)...it went horribly wrong from the moment i picked up the controller. by now sun ra was on so at least the music was good.

they say it's important to realize the little things.

2002-10-28 | 2:43 p.m.
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