So... the city sewage line had tree roots growing through it. Rather... ignorant. Bigass Virginia Pines can grow through mud and soil, so why not just make the pipe out of ceramic mud (terra cotta), plant the wrong kinds of trees for privacy (use a friggin cypress, japanese maple, or cedar) right on top of it, and then allow people to drive over it all the time down a dirt alley. That's real smart. I stayed at my mom's friend's house for about a week, while they dug up the alley and our backyard with a backhoe... then they sprayed sewage all over my bathroom's walls with a snake... I really don't want to know how much it's going to cost. We had to rent two excavators, a pneumatic concrete saw, and basically had plumbers living at our house. Oh yeah, my mom's friends are Fillipino and they're one of my landscaping clients. They made plantain and jackfruit burrito-things. Not really lumpiah, but sort of... they were more so burritoesque than lumpiahfied. I'm also on a John Butler fix... And I slept like 16 hours or something yesterday. I can't speak or hardly move. Honestly, I just haven't felt like walking from my bed to the computer since I got back. I think there's a water faucet on somewhere on my body... and I feel rather hypothermic. Music helps.. and egg drop soup from the chinese people. What's up, buttercup?
Yeah, I've always found myself thinking about that whenever I'm driving alone... I nearly drove to heaven when I was shroomin (never again..), this one time. One of the most breathtaking experiences I've ever had. Traffic lights and 7-11s that appear to be joyous carnival or festivity displays and my friend's bottom rig (we were fishing on the chesapeake bay for spot, seatrout, and croaker) kept turning into a frog. This big black guy I was fishing with turned out to be Chef, from South Park, then he gave me some shrimp and turned into Mr. T... he kept walking around with a bottle of brandy. And I climbed aboard my friend's pirate ship as he turned into a club bouncer from 1930s Harlem... and the seas of cheese kept breathing down my back. When the going gets tough, and the stomach acids flow, the cold wind of conformity is nipping at your nose... When some trendy new atrocity has brought you to your knees, come with us we'll sail the seas of Cheese. Okay. Nevermind.
"Cuz he loves you cheeseburger with all his heart And there's nothin' gonna tear you two apart And if the world suddenly ran out of cheese, He would get down on his hands and knees To see if someone accidently dropped some cheese in the dirt And he would wash it off for you Wipe it off for you Clean that dirty cheese off just for you! You are his cheese ... burrrr ... grrrrr!"
goddamn. yeah. it's fucking strange when the site's top poster leaves for a week and tells no one. as far as what's up, right now i'm feeling slightly sick to my stomach, due to excessive salsa consumption, but i'm generally pretty happy and intensely fixed on bonnaroo.
I don't enjoy acknowledging when I go somewhere, though if I bring the laptop and find wifi, I do enjoy letting people know where I am in this whole life dealio.
As long as you don't leave for good I've got a reason to keep coming back. You and a few other people of course.
