random memories to cherish
 

once a goth vomited on my foot and then went back to sleep

once a tranvestite broke my tooth.

once a hand stole my belt from under a public bathroom cubicle

once a man bought me a beer and then told me it'd be easy to drop something in my drink take me home chop me up and freeze me and dispose my parts in different places to never be found out


share some.

once i saw a crack head trying to pull out their own teeth on a bus.

once i saw the immediate aftermath of a motorbike accident to see the guys brains literally getting scooped into a bucket.

i see people injecting into various parts of their bodies on a daily basis, the neck always makes me cringe.

once i ended up on abandoned airport in bucharest, romania, in a hall full of corkroaches

lol

i remember myself, aged 7, sitting on a couch in my brother's room, listening to old Depeche Mode albums, from a hissy tape copy (no originals were available in communist Czechoslovakia). i remember dressing up as a pioneer every May the 1st. I remember propaganda posters everywhere. beautiful, colourful times. the ones of you (majority of you) who never went through something like this can never tell.

wine makes me sentimental

I remember hallucinating from a fever when I was* young in Mexico.

hell....I can't think of anything.


either way....I think I kind of want to try that pick up line where I tell the girl I can sedate her then kill her n stuff.

Freshman year of college, I went to the cafeteria, put a piece of pizza in my pant's pocket, and bought it. On a bet, of course.

Another time, a guy I vocally hated bought me tons of beer in order to hit on my friends despite the fact that none of them would give him play.

Another time, a homeless asked me what my philosophy of life was, I told him I didn't have one, and he told me that I need to get my priorities straight.

you should've asked him for his....

yes

almost makes me feel like I missed something

the day I learned to ollie
dropping in on miniramps too

I should have said "smoke weed everyday," even though I don't mean it.

hanging out with a prostitute on a street corner in ferndale.

she was really whacked out on something. good ol' hooker with a heart of gold.

That hot, hot, hot Georgia summer many a moon ago when I discovered punk rock. Sounds silly now, yes, but it really was quite liberating then. It was an outlet to deal w/ my frustrations through. I quit taking my meds and started selling them (haha...a couple of times).

The first time I had sex. I remember the next morning thinking/feeling as if it wasn't as big a deal as I thought it would be (and it wasn't), but it certainly had lasting psychological effects. I could sit in a room w/ people talking about their experiences, and not feel too far out of place. Plus it was something I'd always felt wouldn't happen until I was in my 30's (I was 16). I've always loved proving myself wrong...esp. bullshit insecurities.

The first time I saw the Youth. I shouldn't have been there...a friend (who'd already seen them) decided I needed to and gave me his ticket. He's dead now...JHEII...Loved that kid, still do.

Those days before mp3's, and managing to get my hands on some Nirvana bootleg. Hearing songs for the first time I'd only read about for a number of years. It was a bit like finding money in some parking lot...treasure! I dunno...

Yeah...theres the first few that sprang to mind.

excellent!

once we found a hobo sleeping in my friends car. he ran away as we got there, he left money, phone, ipod and whatnot but he had to steal her flip flops. there was a police man nearby and he made fun of her for losing her flip flops.

boring.

I saw a little girl fall flat on her face in an airport and her toys were scattered everywhere and it was one of the most hilarious moments of my life.

and mostly roadtrips.

seeing a chick walk STRAIGHT into pole, cartoon style. leaving her gloppy mascara smeared on it as well

-the first time i saw a drunk person peeing on a public bench

-sitting across from a homeless guy waiting for the lightrail. our conversation goes like this:

him: how are you doing today
me: fine. how are you doing?
him: a lot of people say 'fine'. but they don't really mean fine IN HERE [hits chest]
me: nah, i'm pretty fine
him: mumblemumblemumblemumble i killed my best friend in front of his children mumblemumblemumble

-as i was running around lake calhoun, i saw a normal looking mother wipe her foot on her toddlers chest. like... WIPE her foot. i'll never forget that kids face looking up at his mom with his bug eyes and jaw flopping from side to side