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pg.99 - we left as skeletons |
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just back from a haircut and a stop by sullivan tire. the lady who cut my hair did a good job, i used to get her a lot back in the day before i started getting another girl. this lady has crazy red hair and really big boobs. big boobs just make a quick trim all the better. then i went over to the tire place to drop off one of the tires i replaced the other day... thing caught a screw in it and went flat, so they're going to plug it up.
last night was pretty good, up til i got home. brandon and i went for kfc, and ended up with somebody else's order - a much bigger order. the kid at the window was all confused and weird and while he was trying to figure out whether we deserved the drinks we asked for (our real order came with them), we figured out that instead of two shitty little meals, we had an eight-piece meal with two large sides. the kid mumbled, "uh, i think i gave you guys the wrong order" and i yelled at brandon to take off, and we did just that in a very comical manner. we paid $9.81 for what usually costs $17.89 or so. a riot, for sure...
(sad that i can write that much over a minor stop to kentucky fried chicken, with it being a highlight of my night, i need to get out of here...)
a bit after 8, we went to nashua for a show. it was a pretty dismal scene - a rather large bar full of redneck rockers, white trash, some bikers, and crazy bar sluts. the first band was called suicide contest. seen them before, and they're no better. total shit. this one bitch bartender wouldn't even look at me while i was waiting for a beer, i'm guessing she thought i was underage. funny, since it was a 21+ show. eventually i moved to the other side and immediately got a shitty coors light, being too poor for good beer. the second band, comadose, was absolutely pathetic. hey boys, rap-core was the mold to fit four years ago! you should be emulating the strokes or something now! pathetic. i'm pretty sure the geeks saw me in the back, physically mocking them in several manners (playing air-turntables, immitating the bassits' i-wanna-be-in-korn-hunchoverandplaymyguitar, etc.). they gave me all sorts of dirty looks the rest of the night. that, or maybe they remember me from a few shows back in the day... the kids in that band used to jump around like retards, bouncing off the pit. i started using a technique i call "kick a retard." it's not a rare move. keep your eye on the geek, get ready for him to run into you. keep your fist out like normal, but as he approaches, quickly pull your fist back and give a good, strong kick. with any luck, all his bodily force will project him stomach/side/chest/back-first into your foot. that will usually keep them away for the rest of the night, though you may need to do it a couple times (which is just more fun, in my eyes). i used to kick those geeks all the time, and then they saw me laughing at them playing a dive in nashua, nh. ah, it felt good...
scissorfight took the stage after those mutants. the roaring beast from the granite state started eating motherfuckers left and right. they played mostly newer stuff, but threw in a few classics, much to my delight. there were a few kids from back in the day, dancing and such, but for the most part it was goons and meatheads pushing and shoving each other. i avoided most of it, until some vile fuck behind me thought it'd be fun to push me in. i stumbled forward and quickly caught an ellbow right in the eye. i turned around and told the guy to fuck right off, he was some wormy looking idiot, and he probably thought he was going to die right then. some other retard was bouncing all over, this bastard in a grey hoodie, rocking the white boy dreads (so fucking lame). he was a pest all night, so when he started hitting the wall near where i was standing, i advanced and applied the "kick a retard" technique. a few kicks, and some other kid telling him to fuck off, and he was gone. nice... scissorfight finished their set without playing "supervirgin vs death machine," but it was all good. tree came on after, but the crowd dispersed and the morons that remained weren't worth our time. we took off. a few beers, one great rock band, a ton of rap-core-idiot mocking, a few hot sluts, and it was a good night. oh, and this little blond thing was there with her boy, and she couldn't keep her eyes off me. i even caught her looking at the mirrored wall, gawking at me indirectly so her guy wouldn't notice. i hope she fucked him thinking about me, hahaha...
so yeah, last night was pretty good for a while. then i got home, drank some more... and things got bad. i don't feel like going into details, but i went to bed empty-hearted and incredibly sad. yeah... oh well...
not much planned for tonight. probably just sit here and drink most of the time. already went and picked up my tire, fuckers raped me of twenty dollars for a plug... sick. yeah... that's it. lots of drinking, some fun, and lots of dark thinking before i pass out (probably). it should be good, at least for a while. when it starts getting really bad, maybe i'll just go to bed, so i don't have to think at all. oh well... guess i'll find out as the night progresses.
time to go change that tire and start drinking... later...
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