| Sept 1 ,1997 | |||||||||||||||
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| Prelude | |
5:30 pm
Shh, this is temporary because I'm doing the month conversion now.Also, Kris is bringing over the video "Cool as Ice" featuring Vanilla Ice! It's a gold mine of ego-maniacal anti-perspective. We're gonna get some samples. "Yeah, Wackhead tried to play baseball with my homeboys bike!" I'll probably be done with that, ohhh, around midnight. I realize that a coin is inside my sock, inside my shoe. | |
| Martians | |
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11:30 pm or so
Kris came over, I violated some copyrights and chuckled at Vanilla Ice.
While he was here he saw my little care package. "How did he get your address?"
I dunno. Wouldn't be hard. "That's kind of scary." I dunno about that. Lots of
people have my address. And they don't even send me anything. Brian was here too,
providing non-stop commentary on the movie. Such gems as "Hey, he's jumping out the window!" and
"Look at that slut!" escaped his lips. Do I sound unimpressed with Brian right now? Well,
included with my caffeine mail bomb was 2 pounds of candy (and not 1 as I had estimated at first. You see,
I didn't look at it very long, out of fear of relapse.) which disappeared when my guests left. I walked out to the bus stop
where they were waiting for the bus back out to University District. "Hello Brian. What's in the bag?" A book I loaned him,
the power supply for his keyboard, and 2 pounds of chocolate candy. And a pack of cigarettes. "You know, it is always a bad idea
to remove things from someone's house without asking them." Brian: "Well I figured you didn't want them..." Andrew: "That was a stupid thing to do."
Indeed. Now, why didn't I just let him take it? I'm not going to be eating them (...goes Brian's short little train of thought). Welllll...I might want them for houseguests (nope) or to give out at halloween (nope) or to take to a party (nope). Or, to continue torturing myself. And I want the cigs so I can anger smokers. Whatever. The fact that he felt he had the privelidge to take things out of my house which he deems useless to me makes me think maybe he was in my medicine closet in Hawaii, taking my codeine. "Duh, well Andrew doesn't smoke or take any drugs or eat caffeine, so I can just take all that kind of stuff out of his house." He used to tell Le'a stories about how mad he was at me because I treated him like a little kid. No accident, that. |
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