It's been at least 15 years since I've been in a fight. However, last night I got punched in the face by a crackhead. It was a lady crackhead, too. I'm really glad that I didn't make a big deal of it. I don't want to get arrested, or knifed, or whatever. It was just a show full of skids, so I guess I shouldn't have been that surprised.
Cory called me last night at 5 am, after he had 5 cop cars, a paddy wagon, and a helicopter chasing him. He climbed on the roof of the IGA. What a menace, that guy.
Oh, and I wrote my first song in almost a year. It's called "I Wanna Live To Be 100". Actually, it's not completely finished. It's pretty much just 3 good lines. But I'm really excited about it. Even though it's another song that ponders mortality, and I've got way too many of those.
I bought a $150 gift card for myself for futureshop. Another gift card next check, and I should have enough to buy a 360 in a month. Then I can stop having so many of these $100 drinking nights, and waste my life on some Grand Theft Auto.
We all need to aspire to something.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Escalator Riders
I saw something pretty cool today. Nothing too outrageous, but I dug it anyway.
A little old woman with a cane in hand, walking, that's right, fucking walking up the stairs of the escalator. She was holding a fucking cane, and still walked! Nobody walks on the fucking escalator anymore. But I think that's sort of symbolic of this generation's attitude, and why all the slow girls slouched over on the escalator at Metrotown every day are either obese or anorexic.
That little old lady is going to live to 100. Awesome. I wanted to high five, or fist-punch or something, but that's just what would happen in the movie version.
"That fucking kid... is back... on that goddamn escalator!"
A little old woman with a cane in hand, walking, that's right, fucking walking up the stairs of the escalator. She was holding a fucking cane, and still walked! Nobody walks on the fucking escalator anymore. But I think that's sort of symbolic of this generation's attitude, and why all the slow girls slouched over on the escalator at Metrotown every day are either obese or anorexic.
That little old lady is going to live to 100. Awesome. I wanted to high five, or fist-punch or something, but that's just what would happen in the movie version.
"That fucking kid... is back... on that goddamn escalator!"
Monday, May 12, 2008
Catching Up
Hey, internet! It's been a while since I rapped at ya.
So, my job has gone almost entirely to shit. Essentially, I'm being harassed for stupid, insignificant things, and constantly threatened that I may soon be fired. Oh well. It's not as though landscaping jobs are hard to come by in this city. However, my new plan is to wait another week or so until my benefits kick in, use them for all they're worth (I NEED contacts... and a year supply of anti-stomach-hurty pills that I've taken forever now would be nice too, given that they're damn expensive...) So yeah, once I reap the benefits of having, uh, benefits, then I'll decide if the shitty atmosphere is worth the extra $1 or $2 an hour over what I'd earn elsewhere.
Other news, Iron Man is awesome. Like, holy fuck. For true.
I might be getting a new apartment around Main and Broadway, which is awesome. My goal was to get a place anywhere within a $10 or so cab ride from downtown Vancouver, and this would definitely accomplish that. There comes a point where you simply can't live with your parents anymore, as cool as your parents may be. I think that point for me is 25 years.
Tons of good music, books, movies that I could talk to you about. But you're the internet, I'm sure you've kept up with all the message boards. (This is a not-so-subtle allusion to the fact that nobody reads my blog, I don't think, since I've only told a handful of people about it, and I never write in it... but it's just subtle enough that you might not get it. Whoever you are.)
So, my job has gone almost entirely to shit. Essentially, I'm being harassed for stupid, insignificant things, and constantly threatened that I may soon be fired. Oh well. It's not as though landscaping jobs are hard to come by in this city. However, my new plan is to wait another week or so until my benefits kick in, use them for all they're worth (I NEED contacts... and a year supply of anti-stomach-hurty pills that I've taken forever now would be nice too, given that they're damn expensive...) So yeah, once I reap the benefits of having, uh, benefits, then I'll decide if the shitty atmosphere is worth the extra $1 or $2 an hour over what I'd earn elsewhere.
Other news, Iron Man is awesome. Like, holy fuck. For true.
I might be getting a new apartment around Main and Broadway, which is awesome. My goal was to get a place anywhere within a $10 or so cab ride from downtown Vancouver, and this would definitely accomplish that. There comes a point where you simply can't live with your parents anymore, as cool as your parents may be. I think that point for me is 25 years.
Tons of good music, books, movies that I could talk to you about. But you're the internet, I'm sure you've kept up with all the message boards. (This is a not-so-subtle allusion to the fact that nobody reads my blog, I don't think, since I've only told a handful of people about it, and I never write in it... but it's just subtle enough that you might not get it. Whoever you are.)
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