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Friday, May 16, 2003
so, last night i had this dream about lots and LOTS of little fuzzy bunnies. then this morning i was just standing there in the shower thinking about the day ahead, and this broad-sided my poor brain. i pictured rich from the business unit in my cube and we were having a really heated argument. then he told me i was fired. so i said, hey dick, you're nothing but a bullshit salesman with a free sample in your mouth. what do you think the odds are that security could get here before i sodomize you in front of the whole center? Tuesday, May 13, 2003
if nothing else, the journey on friday was interesting. we took 70 to terre haute and stopped at a chicago's pizza - where we were waited on by flo from mel's diner. nice to know polly holiday still has work. we found a stuckey's on the way too - had to stop there - make mojo buy pecan logs and divinity. yes, you can purchase divinity. everything is for sale i guess. 41 south was about as non-eventful as you can get - save finding memmer's farm store. couldn't find a decent place to turn around for a photo op and we never would have found it on the trip home. i'll explain that later. anyway, we got down to evansville - which apparently was moving farther and farther away as we drove. everytime we saw a sign, it added about 20 miles to what we thought it should be. when we finally got there my dyslexia kicked in and i was sure that the address was 1400 pollack. after driving around for a while, we saw the aztar casino, a nice little stretch of downtown and the ghetto (the ghetto - for those of you harmonizing). Turns out that it was 4100 and we did find it. little toilet in the wall of a bar - smaller that chubby's and maybe even birdy's. thought it was going to be more like the emerson or bogart's in cincy. oh well. even though i thought we would be late, none of the bands had even done a sound check. michelle from metal blade gave the impression that there would be 2 bands, 40Grit and Pissing Razors. well, there were 4 bands - not sure if they were living all together - but they were definitely not all alone. we got to do the interview with james of 40Grit, but they weren't going to play until 11. that would have put us home at about 4 or 5 in the morning. since mojo had stuff to do the next day - and we're getting old - we opted to leave at about 9. while we were waiting for the band to show up, a cute little biker chick with a skimpy top came over to our table so she could touch mojo's hair. he has a mohawk and it was all spikey. she said that she was sitting over there looking at him and wanted to know if she could touch the pointy bits. he let her and then she started apologizing to me. i wasn't sure why. well, the interview went swimmingly and james was cool. then started the trek home. 41 north is not unlike 37 when you're coming home from bloomington. there are miles and miles of nothing. this was especially true when the car was on E. no, not extasy - that a whole nother kind of trip. it was kind of surreal tho. the rain came. in buckets and sheets it came. i cursed at it and said i would rather drive in snow. then the rain continued and mojo did start speaking. and speaking. and speaking. we talked about religion, basic philosophy, anger issues, misanthropy, etc. many hours passed, and the rain and the speaking continued. and lo roasted garlic triscuits did appear and there was much crunching. and yay, the rain did cease and we returned to my house 15 minutes ahead of schedule. thus concludes the telling of the tale. more will follow before summer's end. |