Thursday, October 02, 2003
I've been drinking piping hot coffee out of a plastic cup from a gas station soda fountain. I think it's been melting slightly as the coffee tastes different after each sip. Have you ever squeezed a balloon and seen the rest of it expand as the air is forced into it? That's my head. Pretty cool. They should make anti-plastic commercials instead of anti-drug ads. Maybe it's just the caffeine.
I feel great. I've been getting plenty of sleep and my move to River Grove is nearly complete. I'm glad to be back near Chicago. Once I have more money in pocket, I'll be able to carouse properly. All I need is some new shoes and a gold tooth.
It's strange for me to be mostly sober. I don't have that sharp edge that physical punishment grants me. Reading back through my journal, I'm amazed at how deranged I became. I want to be deranged again. It's going to take practice and hallucinogens to revive that. I need to lay on the booze and weed for a little while. My first idea is to find a kareoke night that has "Henry the VIII" by Herman's Hermits in their system, and to get sloshed and sing that. Yes, I'll have to start with weirdness for it's own sake, but after a while I won't need to force it.
I wore my beat-up jeans with a hole in the crotch today, and it just so happens that I've been asked to climb and crawl over and under things today. I am wearing stars and stripes boxers inside out. Now everybody knows that.I would like a slice of carrot cake now.
5:19 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm
North And South Of The River
Things We Lost In The Fire
I'm Hooked On A Feeling
Till The Cows Come Home