Sunday, February 24, 2008

from the early summer, read in a park in Middle Village, Queens

"One night I was at this dude Grater’s apartment. He was a hardcore biker. He had nasty prison tattoos all over his neck. He sold speed and guns. There were four or five gang members hanging out at his pad. One came up with the idea of ripping off a liquor store. One guy would go in and make a distraction, then the other two would run in and steal cases of beer. I got pressured into going to steal the beer. I was so scared. I could hear my mom’s voice inside my head begging me to just please come home. Through sheer luck, we ran into some punks at a stoplight on the drive to the liquor store. They had acid so we went back to their house, tripped, and listened to The Misfits all night. I still get chills when I think about what could have happened, because a week later the driver of the car shot a convenience store clerk in the face. I could have been part of the commission of first-degree murder and armed robbery; had I been a few years older, I might have even gotten the death penalty. That I could have been strapped to a lethal injection machine is a realization that does not diminish over a couple cocktails."


Thursday, February 21, 2008

Party in the permafrost

temperature: 3°F (-16°C)

Temp diff 3 hrs NE from NYC = -20°F (-11°C)

walking in the cold, hungover, is a definite cure.


Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Silly falling breaking



Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Brandished pliers

Premonitions, from crackheads to snipperies

The political opponents of these presidential nominees seem to be harping on whose interpretation of the Constitution is more accurate, who is more non-constitutional and who promptly abides by “We the people…” And then there are those who hold liberty and freedom as absolute truths. This is the audience who the candidates must play to.

The bird-headed man, he likes the squawkings of anyone without penchant for filibustering. He likes loud, brief but powerful statements.
The rhinoceros in short shorts, he merely wants grazing land and a big SIP.
The red-faced worker, he sees past all issues and fixes his stare at the union leaders. He can be seen within the ranks of populist supporters of any of the numerous masked red-faced nominees.
The gravity man, he allows all information to be filtered through his ears and makes a decision at the last moment. Whether it’s based on weblogs or divine knowledge of uncontrolled enrichment of uranium, his power of decision is a “gut feeling,” very similar to the one his current president has on who is and who is not a terrorist threat. He is the most common face in the crowd.

A coup during the next presidential term will stem from coercive measures taken by former intelligence personal who refuse to live in tangent with any government cabals. It will occur faster than some might expect.