Friday, April 21, 2006

rare enough to kill, plain enough to laugh

My nights are filled with distaste, and my days with innumerable misfortunes.

Last night, in hopes of riding bikes with two friends (yes Jamie and Scotty , you both made the cut)in the morning, my hopes were to hit the sack at a reasonable hour in order to wake-up early enough (6:30) to get in the typical morning rituals i must go through, and off to our meeting place for a ride.

10:03pm My night began as mundane as usual, i started with a huge meal (turkey chili) a healthy glass of wine (Chianti that was way too young to be opened yet) and something somber on T.V. (more than probably a sub-par documentary on Asian Wombat Killers on Sundance)

10:27pm I then moved to the computer to post yesterday little post, download some music, and hit the usual suspects to satisfy my new craving for, well, see previous post for aforementioned newly acquired addiction.

11:47pm After fully exhausting my internet resources and feeling more awake than i was when i first attempted to 'calm' myself, i decided that moving to the bed would be a good idea. After a random search for music to sleep by, i fell on a likely candidate, Brian Eno's 'Here Come The Warm Jets'. I also searched for a xeroxed copy of a story a friend gave me to read, T.C. Boyle's 'Greasy Lake', turned the lights off, climbed into bed with the story and Eno humming in the background. Two things happened that i wasn't prepared for, the story turned out to be a well written, poignant tale of naive adolescent behavior which left me with much to think over after having read it, and a newly found passion for Brian Eno's post Roxy Music era discography. Shit.
'Needle In The Camel's Eye'

12:42am Back to the computer to search around for anything Eno i don't already have, as well as what my next book purchases would consist of. Found a few albums, plus some Roxy stuff i never bothered to check out, also searched out a collection of T.C. Boyle's short stories, then put on 'Before and After Science' to fall asleep to.

1:57am Climb back into bed for the second time. Roll around for a few minutes startled by how different this albums compares to the earlier one. After shaking those thoughts out of my head in hopes of clearing it for some sleep, the story comes back into focus and i begin to question each character's motive. Goddammit, back to something again, what i was after was the sweet nothingness of sleep.

2:15am Climb out of bed up to the kitchen for a snack of cookies and milk, turn down the stereo and up the fan on my way back to bed. Again i'm left restless, rolling around following allusions of teenage angst, death, and the consumerism of the American Dream, fuck you Boyle, you've got me thinkin' and i can't stop.

2:55am(ish) Finally doze off into the paper thin sleep in which you can see the ceiling tiles and decide to wake up every other minute just to make sure that you were asleep in the first place.

3:35am “FUCK” Flash. Red pain, foot cramp? Toes move, but heat, but hot, but stinging. BZZZZZZ. Who? Bzzzzzz, overhead? Now over Bzzzzzzzz..lights on...Nothing. Foot in pain, swelling starts, stinger still in, still pumping poison. Fuck you wasp. Fuck you Brian for not killing it when you saw it earlier this week, making love to the lamp light as you counted your karma for letting this buzzard live. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, no sleep now. I climb those stares again, grab a drink of water, and lay on the couch for a final weak attempt to sleep without the hindrance of flying machine guns and art-rock.

4:00am Still awake, still feeling the poison pump into my foot every time the last dose wears off. Decide it would be a good time to drink another healthy glass of that horrid chianti and count sheep as they stumble over the fence.

6:30am Definitely not waking up to ride my goddamn bike with those two clowns.

Well...i'd go onto my ride, but why don't i save that for tomorrow, given my usual mundane existence, i'd rather tease out any and all stories as long as i possibly can.

P.S. To contact those fine looking fellers up top, just run your little mouse over their names (Jamie - on the left, Scotty - on the right) and you will find their contact info. Men for them only, please.


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