As I write this I see Cameron and Charlie acting like drunken morons and Fro is standing up playing drums. As this is being written, I have so far ingested a nice amount of 80 proof whiskey and a bottle of Southern Comfort.
^ That was written last night in a fairly drunken haze. I BARELY remember writing that after Cameron made me find him good porn.
I'll start from the beginning.
Dustin Underwood is kind of a local legend, and when he comes into town (he moved up to NY) it creates a mite of an uproar with those who have been there and met the guy. Well, he came into town to visit the other day. I got drunk with him, George and Monica (which you can read here).
When Dustin told Fro about a set he was playing with Tino at Fryfest I was pretty psyched.
Fro said he'd take me up there with him, and I ended up getting ahold of George (and his girlfriend/my good friend Lauren), and they followed behind us to this "Fryfest" that I had no idea of what to expect. We get to what just looks like someones house party. Fro goes ahead after I act hesitantly to the idea of all of these drunken hillbillys. It turns out to be right. As we're walking to the back-yard, Lauren goes "I don't feel right here. I think I should be wearing a wife-beater to fit it"... and she wasn't far off. I was KIND OF scared at first, but after Tino handed me a bottle of Old Crow and told me to drink it- I got nice, and then I gave it to George- which kinda settled everyone down and made me nice and happy for a while. Dustin and Tino played a few songs before a string broke on Tino's guitar and they stood around and talked to everyone for a while. There were TONS of people there. After a while, Lauren got bored and left (which I can't blame her, as much fun as I had- she had to drive home and stuff). George came back to the party, but then bailed out of nowhere. We had our own kinda seperate group associated with the band over on the one side- and whenever someone new (but familiar to someone in group) joined- they'd have to take a drink of the Old Crow. Most people who drank only killed a swig or so. When Matt showed up, we essentially took over the bottle of Old Crow. I mean- Dustin (who was pretty much already in the can) and Tino would drink, and as did new members- but the rest of the time it was me and Matt finishing it. After Fro and I noticed stuff kinda winding down and Dustin fighting Tino (though playfully), we headed out. While we were still there, I heard some pretty interesting stories. Just funny stuff. Fro told me about the last time he was here for FryFest and that Tino passed out on this giant wheel that was just randomly laying around.
Before we left, I found another party. Coops'. We went there, it was mellow and just some beer pong being played. We hung out for a bit, then went over to Charlie's and got him (while I plated FPS's buzzed). We left Charlies, got ahold of George and decided to find a place to drink and chill for the night. I called Cameron and he said we could chill at his house after he got back from Stomping Grounds (it's a skatepark a town or two away). I didn't really tell Cameron we planned on drinking at his house though.
We go to Convient Mart and buy some alcohol (Southern Comfort and Vodka). We drive and wait for Cameron. I call George and he isn't picking up his phone, so we're assuming that he probably just fell asleep or found something else to do- nothing anyone in our group of three would've probably opposed.
Eventually, Cameron calls. We come to his house with the alcohol (we leave the Vodka in the car), and he doesn't see it at first and goes "Oh, okay- I thought you guys had alcohol for a second" and I go "we do, just one bottle". We get situated and start drinking. We're all just feeling nice and silly.
Being my typical never-stop-drinking-once-you-start self, I go grab the Vodka after the Southern Comfort is gone and we do two shots of it before calling it over.
The rest of the night, we all kinda just hang out and have fun.
I really dug yesterday. I just enjoyed FryFest more than anything. I loved the vibe of everyone and just hearing all of these intense, funny stories that people would tell me.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Dog Hair In The Shot Glass
For the time being- I'm barely here.
I'm barely awake that is.
I REALLY want to be able to just walk over to my bed and pass out... but I can't. It's 12:06 PM right now. I'm running on mental fumes.
I think I'm here to explain last night or everything that's coming to me at least.
Around 7 yesterday evening, I got a call from Monica asking if I wanted to hang out with her and Dustin (Dustin is pretty much a legend around the Newton Falls area, along with Fro and a few others). I of course agreed, and she said she'd give me a call after she got out of work at 10 or so.
Around 10:15 she called and said she'd be over shortly to get me, she just wanted to change and stuff. Five minutes after that phone call, as I'm brushing my teeth- I get a phone call from George. He answers in his casual fashion "Hey dude what's up?" as if I called him. We talk for a minute or so and he tells me he's coming to hang with us tonight, which got me even further psyched up.
Monica comes and gets me about ten minutes later. We sit outside of George's for ten minutes, waiting for his ass to finish doing whatever the fuck he was doing (though he likes to claim he was finishing to listen to a TMV song, bullshit). After he get him, we go searching for Dustin. He's living on E. River- which is a lengthy country road that stretches a nice bit out of town. After Dustin is found, it is wondered aloud of what we will be doing... which no one bothered to decide. We decide on Perkins, even though Dustin had been there like and hour before.
We sit around Perkins catching up, joking, talking, hanging out... before we decide to just consume some alcohol.
We head back to Dustin's so he can grab his ID and such. We pick up some Dr. Pepper and Southern Comfort. We head to Monica's, put on some music and drink. After the bottle of SoCo starts to die- it becomes the AIM to drink more. Everyone agrees on a case of Heineken. Monica and Dustin head out for that while George and I sit back at Monica's.
While George and I are just sitting there, he just randomly drops a bombshell- he got a fucking iPhone. He was just talking to me and he goes "Oh fuck- you know what I just totally forgot about?" and he pulls it out. How can you not mention that you just got an iPhone earlier that day... what a terrible, terrible hipster.
After about five minutes, George and I decide to finish off that SoCo. We did two double-shots with it, while he picked two extremely long hairs out of his glass. They didn't even look human, they were gray and shit. Who knows. After that one, he and I did another half shot to kill out the bottle.
Around ten or twenty minutes later, Dustin and Monica show up empty-handed. It's past the legal time to sell alcohol. SO- George mentions that his sister owns a bar right down the street, which Dustin goes to and purchases two 12 packs. We break out the Heineken and just hang around. I don't even finish my first beer, because it isn't sitting all that well on my stomach. I decide that I'm done and I just hang out. Fro calls me back at 2:30 or so and we all (drunkenly) yell at him for a few minutes via speakerphone about how he needs to quit his job so he can hang out more.
Around 3:30, we all kinda start to crash over various spots in Monica's apartment. I have to leave early in the morning, so I set my alarm for 6:00AM. I barely manage to sleep an hour, when I hear my phone going off. I get up, tell Monica I'll walk- and that she doesn't have to drive me, and then I bail.
I walk out, and it feels amazing. It feels like 65 and there's still a slight mist coming down from all the rain over the past day or so. I slip as I walk out the door, and land on my ass pretty hard. I get up and keep walking. As I approach the underpass, the rain just starts coming down in sheets. I have a nice walk ahead of me, so I just enjoy the rain.
I take my time on the walk and just enjoy everything. I enjoy the night I just had. I enjoy the 45 minutes of sleep I got. I enjoy going home to do my bum schoolwork. I enjoy the air.
Eventually, I make it home. I sit on the porch for a while- soaked and shivering, before I decide to go inside.
I change and sit around a while, before my grandfather comes in and yells at me for never coming home. I apologize, tell him it'll never happen again- and go back to my business. You could tell he didn't really care, he was only doing it because my grandmother was bitching, and he could probably smell the alcohol on my breath... but he didn't say anything, nor did he say anything to my grandmother about it.
Personally... I really dug that night. It wasn't the funnest night, but it was just a night of solidarity. Something I've forgot about.
Cheers!
- Josh.
I'm barely awake that is.
I REALLY want to be able to just walk over to my bed and pass out... but I can't. It's 12:06 PM right now. I'm running on mental fumes.
I think I'm here to explain last night or everything that's coming to me at least.
Around 7 yesterday evening, I got a call from Monica asking if I wanted to hang out with her and Dustin (Dustin is pretty much a legend around the Newton Falls area, along with Fro and a few others). I of course agreed, and she said she'd give me a call after she got out of work at 10 or so.
Around 10:15 she called and said she'd be over shortly to get me, she just wanted to change and stuff. Five minutes after that phone call, as I'm brushing my teeth- I get a phone call from George. He answers in his casual fashion "Hey dude what's up?" as if I called him. We talk for a minute or so and he tells me he's coming to hang with us tonight, which got me even further psyched up.
Monica comes and gets me about ten minutes later. We sit outside of George's for ten minutes, waiting for his ass to finish doing whatever the fuck he was doing (though he likes to claim he was finishing to listen to a TMV song, bullshit). After he get him, we go searching for Dustin. He's living on E. River- which is a lengthy country road that stretches a nice bit out of town. After Dustin is found, it is wondered aloud of what we will be doing... which no one bothered to decide. We decide on Perkins, even though Dustin had been there like and hour before.
We sit around Perkins catching up, joking, talking, hanging out... before we decide to just consume some alcohol.
We head back to Dustin's so he can grab his ID and such. We pick up some Dr. Pepper and Southern Comfort. We head to Monica's, put on some music and drink. After the bottle of SoCo starts to die- it becomes the AIM to drink more. Everyone agrees on a case of Heineken. Monica and Dustin head out for that while George and I sit back at Monica's.
While George and I are just sitting there, he just randomly drops a bombshell- he got a fucking iPhone. He was just talking to me and he goes "Oh fuck- you know what I just totally forgot about?" and he pulls it out. How can you not mention that you just got an iPhone earlier that day... what a terrible, terrible hipster.
After about five minutes, George and I decide to finish off that SoCo. We did two double-shots with it, while he picked two extremely long hairs out of his glass. They didn't even look human, they were gray and shit. Who knows. After that one, he and I did another half shot to kill out the bottle.
Around ten or twenty minutes later, Dustin and Monica show up empty-handed. It's past the legal time to sell alcohol. SO- George mentions that his sister owns a bar right down the street, which Dustin goes to and purchases two 12 packs. We break out the Heineken and just hang around. I don't even finish my first beer, because it isn't sitting all that well on my stomach. I decide that I'm done and I just hang out. Fro calls me back at 2:30 or so and we all (drunkenly) yell at him for a few minutes via speakerphone about how he needs to quit his job so he can hang out more.
Around 3:30, we all kinda start to crash over various spots in Monica's apartment. I have to leave early in the morning, so I set my alarm for 6:00AM. I barely manage to sleep an hour, when I hear my phone going off. I get up, tell Monica I'll walk- and that she doesn't have to drive me, and then I bail.
I walk out, and it feels amazing. It feels like 65 and there's still a slight mist coming down from all the rain over the past day or so. I slip as I walk out the door, and land on my ass pretty hard. I get up and keep walking. As I approach the underpass, the rain just starts coming down in sheets. I have a nice walk ahead of me, so I just enjoy the rain.
I take my time on the walk and just enjoy everything. I enjoy the night I just had. I enjoy the 45 minutes of sleep I got. I enjoy going home to do my bum schoolwork. I enjoy the air.
Eventually, I make it home. I sit on the porch for a while- soaked and shivering, before I decide to go inside.
I change and sit around a while, before my grandfather comes in and yells at me for never coming home. I apologize, tell him it'll never happen again- and go back to my business. You could tell he didn't really care, he was only doing it because my grandmother was bitching, and he could probably smell the alcohol on my breath... but he didn't say anything, nor did he say anything to my grandmother about it.
Personally... I really dug that night. It wasn't the funnest night, but it was just a night of solidarity. Something I've forgot about.
Cheers!
- Josh.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Relapse
As my return to my blog- I figured I'd talk about something recent. Something... VERY recent. A relapse actually.
For those who don't know I used to have a bit of an addiction to pills. I kinda deny it for the most part, because I don't like thinking about it. I mean, if someone asks- I'll tell them I did, but if it's my choice then I won't say a single word about it.
The ways the pills made me feel were off the ceiling. I loved the feeling, and I still do. They made me feel blissful, but not numb. They made me unconscious, but aware of everything. I was carefree, nice to people, and just cool in general.
It's an amazing feeling, but I can't really recommend it to anyone. The shit will waste your money with fake delusions of happiness and keep your brain foggy and disassociated.
With that said, I feel the need to tell you THIS story:
It was last Thursday night (unless I'm wrong), and I just wasn't feeling too hot at all. I felt pretty shitty about a whole lot, and so I decided that I'd try and get some pills. I talked to my one friend (who won't be named for obvious reasons), who agreed to sell me two 357 MG Hydrocodones. I met him at the park, bought the pills and then went home.
I quartered one of the pills and then sat there staring at the crushed pill- questioning if I should do this or not. I got my dollar bill rolled and snorted two lines. It felt amazing. It felt awesome to just be able to feel human again. Shortly after snorting it- I felt it. I felt the odd, wonderful happiness that it brought.
I sat there and just felt whole again.
The next day- I snorted another quarter and took the other half of the pill. Once again- it felt amazing, and I was in a comfortable, happy mood that entire day- with everyone I met.
The next day- I just said fuck it and just swallowed the other pill. I didn't bother trying to make it last, I didn't really care.
I'm happy I did that now. Even though the following day was FUCKING TORTURE because my body was hating me for doing it- and giving me these intense withdrawl headaches. Of course I lived through it, because here I am now. The headaches weren't THAT bad- but they were still really fucking intense.
Even today, I considered buying pills again... but instead, I bought an ice-cream cone. Just as good. I'm happy I did those pills, just to make me realize that all that pain the day after REALLY isn't worth the few hours of happiness.
Now... I just need to find something "real" to make me happy.
Good fucking luck, I guess.
- Josh
For those who don't know I used to have a bit of an addiction to pills. I kinda deny it for the most part, because I don't like thinking about it. I mean, if someone asks- I'll tell them I did, but if it's my choice then I won't say a single word about it.
The ways the pills made me feel were off the ceiling. I loved the feeling, and I still do. They made me feel blissful, but not numb. They made me unconscious, but aware of everything. I was carefree, nice to people, and just cool in general.
It's an amazing feeling, but I can't really recommend it to anyone. The shit will waste your money with fake delusions of happiness and keep your brain foggy and disassociated.
With that said, I feel the need to tell you THIS story:
It was last Thursday night (unless I'm wrong), and I just wasn't feeling too hot at all. I felt pretty shitty about a whole lot, and so I decided that I'd try and get some pills. I talked to my one friend (who won't be named for obvious reasons), who agreed to sell me two 357 MG Hydrocodones. I met him at the park, bought the pills and then went home.
I quartered one of the pills and then sat there staring at the crushed pill- questioning if I should do this or not. I got my dollar bill rolled and snorted two lines. It felt amazing. It felt awesome to just be able to feel human again. Shortly after snorting it- I felt it. I felt the odd, wonderful happiness that it brought.
I sat there and just felt whole again.
The next day- I snorted another quarter and took the other half of the pill. Once again- it felt amazing, and I was in a comfortable, happy mood that entire day- with everyone I met.
The next day- I just said fuck it and just swallowed the other pill. I didn't bother trying to make it last, I didn't really care.
I'm happy I did that now. Even though the following day was FUCKING TORTURE because my body was hating me for doing it- and giving me these intense withdrawl headaches. Of course I lived through it, because here I am now. The headaches weren't THAT bad- but they were still really fucking intense.
Even today, I considered buying pills again... but instead, I bought an ice-cream cone. Just as good. I'm happy I did those pills, just to make me realize that all that pain the day after REALLY isn't worth the few hours of happiness.
Now... I just need to find something "real" to make me happy.
Good fucking luck, I guess.
- Josh
Where'd I Go?
Good morning (afternoon or evening),
So- I'm sitting here on Monday the 25th, and I just realized that it's almost been ten days since I've made a post.
A nice bit of stuff has happened in between that time:
So- I'm sitting here on Monday the 25th, and I just realized that it's almost been ten days since I've made a post.
A nice bit of stuff has happened in between that time:
- Perkins trips with Fro and Charlie, which involved a failure story from Fro.
- Lame parties
- Road rage on Fro's behalf.
- Assholes at skateparks.
- Skateparks trips across Northeastern Ohio.
- A family barbecue in which I made myself even more alienated from my family.
- A relapse
- and more
Saturday, August 16, 2008
I like how he presented his dick.
Good afternoon friends.
I'd like to tell you all a story about something that happened the other night, when I went swimming at 1:00AM with a few friends in 50 degree weather.
It was Friday night, a quite boring Friday night at that. I talked to Fro a bit about hitting up some Perkins, but we had no prevail with anyone who wanted to join us- so I talked to my friend Charlie who wanted some people to come over and night swim at his new pad.
After Fro said he was down, I talked to Charlie who went "Dude, I don't know- it's cold", but I told him to man up and that we'd be there eventually.
After Fro and I got lost- we eventually got some help finding the house after we decided that it'd be best to call Charlie. We got to his house, and it was really fucking nice!
When Fro and I got in, Chris Wallum and Charlie were playing FIFA- bitching at each other about how the other was a pussy.
After their game, we decided to hit up the pool. It was like 50 degrees out and we were all in our bathing suits. We all kinda stood around and then out of nowhere, Chris just runs and jumps into the pool. Followed by Charlie and I- while Fro looked scared and cold- and jumped in anyways.
When I looked up, I saw what looked like a geekier version of Billy Corgan that turned out to be Fro. We spent the next hour or so freezing our balls off in the pool, while Fro shook like a well-beaten puppy. We also spent most of it pulling our dicks out to play "the dick showing game", an old past-time.
Eventually- we decided that the party was over, and we waited out in the cold for towels from Charlie (Fro brought his own though, cock). After drying and changing- Fro and I hit the road.
He stopped at Circle K before taking me home. I got home around 2:45 or so and went straight to bed.
It was a fun night, but Jesus Christ- there was SO much manmeat and possible hypothermia involved with that night. We basically froze to death, and when I woke up the following morning I had a massive headcold.
All in all- it was cool, but I refuse to ever go swimming in that weather again.
- Josh.
I'd like to tell you all a story about something that happened the other night, when I went swimming at 1:00AM with a few friends in 50 degree weather.
It was Friday night, a quite boring Friday night at that. I talked to Fro a bit about hitting up some Perkins, but we had no prevail with anyone who wanted to join us- so I talked to my friend Charlie who wanted some people to come over and night swim at his new pad.
After Fro said he was down, I talked to Charlie who went "Dude, I don't know- it's cold", but I told him to man up and that we'd be there eventually.
After Fro and I got lost- we eventually got some help finding the house after we decided that it'd be best to call Charlie. We got to his house, and it was really fucking nice!
When Fro and I got in, Chris Wallum and Charlie were playing FIFA- bitching at each other about how the other was a pussy.
After their game, we decided to hit up the pool. It was like 50 degrees out and we were all in our bathing suits. We all kinda stood around and then out of nowhere, Chris just runs and jumps into the pool. Followed by Charlie and I- while Fro looked scared and cold- and jumped in anyways.
When I looked up, I saw what looked like a geekier version of Billy Corgan that turned out to be Fro. We spent the next hour or so freezing our balls off in the pool, while Fro shook like a well-beaten puppy. We also spent most of it pulling our dicks out to play "the dick showing game", an old past-time.
Eventually- we decided that the party was over, and we waited out in the cold for towels from Charlie (Fro brought his own though, cock). After drying and changing- Fro and I hit the road.
He stopped at Circle K before taking me home. I got home around 2:45 or so and went straight to bed.
It was a fun night, but Jesus Christ- there was SO much manmeat and possible hypothermia involved with that night. We basically froze to death, and when I woke up the following morning I had a massive headcold.
All in all- it was cool, but I refuse to ever go swimming in that weather again.
- Josh.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
How did an hour and a half of my life disappear?
Good evening everyone.
Earlier this evening I had an odd experience.
I literally lost an hour and a half of my life.
I shall explain.
Earlier this evening, around 9PM or so- I ended up at the skatepark with Cameron and Trent. They left to go to Matt's house and see him- so I decided to hang out around the skatepark and watch Joe get pissed from a manual to heel.
After Joe left I started walking towards Dairy Queen. Along the way, I called my grandmother- the time was 9:15PM when I called, and asked her not to lock the doors because I had forgotten my keys.
The next thing I remember is standing outside of someones home in the Projects. I remember everything about that place rather vividly. It was an ugly-as-fuck blue, with a weird little bench in the front yard. No fencing, no canopy above their platform inside.
Inside, I remember crappy floorboards that creaked. I don't remember any names or faces inside of there.
Next thing I remember... Pat Nemet yelling "HEY" to me. I stood there, perplexed. I said "Hello" back to him. He asked if I wanted a ride and I said something like "The thing is, I'm not sure where I'm going in what direction", to which he said "Are you high?", and I replied "Maybe a little, I don't know", I kept walking and he yelled "Do you want a cigarette?" I said "No thank you" and I kept walking. I remember looking at my phone and seeing 10:31PM.
What happened to that hour and fifteen minutes of my life?
Did I do drugs? Did I drink? Did I get gangraped for a pine scented air-freshener? I may never know, but I think Pat Nemet thinks I'm a drug addict. haha.
- Josh
Earlier this evening I had an odd experience.
I literally lost an hour and a half of my life.
I shall explain.
Earlier this evening, around 9PM or so- I ended up at the skatepark with Cameron and Trent. They left to go to Matt's house and see him- so I decided to hang out around the skatepark and watch Joe get pissed from a manual to heel.
After Joe left I started walking towards Dairy Queen. Along the way, I called my grandmother- the time was 9:15PM when I called, and asked her not to lock the doors because I had forgotten my keys.
The next thing I remember is standing outside of someones home in the Projects. I remember everything about that place rather vividly. It was an ugly-as-fuck blue, with a weird little bench in the front yard. No fencing, no canopy above their platform inside.
Inside, I remember crappy floorboards that creaked. I don't remember any names or faces inside of there.
Next thing I remember... Pat Nemet yelling "HEY" to me. I stood there, perplexed. I said "Hello" back to him. He asked if I wanted a ride and I said something like "The thing is, I'm not sure where I'm going in what direction", to which he said "Are you high?", and I replied "Maybe a little, I don't know", I kept walking and he yelled "Do you want a cigarette?" I said "No thank you" and I kept walking. I remember looking at my phone and seeing 10:31PM.
What happened to that hour and fifteen minutes of my life?
Did I do drugs? Did I drink? Did I get gangraped for a pine scented air-freshener? I may never know, but I think Pat Nemet thinks I'm a drug addict. haha.
- Josh
Can't Beat The Feelin'
Good (early) afternoon,
So last night- around 2:50 or something, I was eating Cup-O-Noodles while watching American Beauty when I decided to come back to the computer and see what was shaking on my AIM screen. I had two IM's from Monica- after I said hello back and stuff she asked if I wanted to take a drive or something, seeing as I had very few plans- I said yes.
After she went to the wrong house (the one on the opposite side of the Funeral Home), her and I kinda just drove around. It felt nice to just talk, you dig? We kinda just drove around for and hour and a half randomly talking and listening to the "Juno" soundtrack.
It's kinda cool when an opportunity presents itself to have no planning, and just to relax and take a nice drive. We just talked about tons of random shit. Then she made me listen to her new apartment. She lives like... 20 yards from a waterfall, and it's the most amazing sound in the universe.
At nearly 5, she gave me a ride home. To which, I shut down my computer and continued to watch "American Beauty". Personally, I had a lot of fun. It was probably more fun than most of the "real" trips I've taken lately.
- Josh
So last night- around 2:50 or something, I was eating Cup-O-Noodles while watching American Beauty when I decided to come back to the computer and see what was shaking on my AIM screen. I had two IM's from Monica- after I said hello back and stuff she asked if I wanted to take a drive or something, seeing as I had very few plans- I said yes.
After she went to the wrong house (the one on the opposite side of the Funeral Home), her and I kinda just drove around. It felt nice to just talk, you dig? We kinda just drove around for and hour and a half randomly talking and listening to the "Juno" soundtrack.
It's kinda cool when an opportunity presents itself to have no planning, and just to relax and take a nice drive. We just talked about tons of random shit. Then she made me listen to her new apartment. She lives like... 20 yards from a waterfall, and it's the most amazing sound in the universe.
At nearly 5, she gave me a ride home. To which, I shut down my computer and continued to watch "American Beauty". Personally, I had a lot of fun. It was probably more fun than most of the "real" trips I've taken lately.
- Josh
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Whoever stole the chain is my hero.
Today was a semi-monumental day at our local skatepark.
A day in which the police actually took a bit of initiative towards their rules.
It was as casual and boring as any day.
I was inside of the skatepark when the foot-patrol officer (Officer Baily. AKA: Hot-Cop) started walking up the path in the direction of the skatepark. Most of us were familiar with Officer Baily, so we thought little of it- because she wasn't know to us as a nazi-cop who would kick us out of the skatepark.
As she approached, many people left the skatepark. Fro and I- didn't. We kept hanging around there, because I figured she wouldn't care. After she got near she called out "Are you guys gonna get out or not?", seeing this as a sign of her yelling at us... we left. As we walked out she scolded us and three other skaters who we knew, but weren't from town.
We walked over to the benches and progressed to sit around. Joe and DK showed up, and a nice group ended up back over at the skatepark- when another cop showed up.
He kinda sped through and hit the brakes rather quickly, attempting to scare us- even though we kinda ignored him and walked outside. When we were standing outside he yelled at us and said "How many times do we have to tell you- stop going in there without a helmet! We're gonna start locking it up, so it's about time you guys bought a helmet". While we were walking to a small set of benches shrouded by some trees, I said to Joe "Is this Poland in 1944?", to which he laughed and said yes.
After that cop talked to the foot-patrol officer, I kinda just walked back and sat in front of the skatepark. After a minute or two, two bikers came in and I saw the foot-patrol officer staring at us nearly two baseball fields away.
I walked over to the benches shrouded by the trees as Casey and Trevor were walking towards the skatepark. I told them not to go and Casey (in her indomitable fashion) said "No it's fine, Officer Baily doesn't care, I know her. My grandpa was a cop", and she just made herself sound so pretentious and retarded.
While they were inside, we saw the cop coming back. As Casey and Trevor came back, I called them both retards and made everyone clap and thank them all for getting the skatepark locked for the day, which most people did clap.
The one officer returned in his squad car- and saw that the lock and chain were missing from the door, so he kinda just sat there. After another cop car pulled up, we all went and sat in front of the skatepark- holding a nice little protest against the helmet rule.
If you've never been to, or seen our skatepark- it's a piece of shit. It really is. The thing is so janky and underfunded that it's slowly collapsing over time. Although we have the shittiest park you'll ever see- they still have a rule set. On it- they mention everything fun is pretty much banned, and that helmets are mandatory- but "Skate at your own Risk" is written atop of it all.
One day, I asked a cop about all of it, and he said he didn't even understand the rule. He said that no one could get injured and sue the city- so the rule was just a bunch of bullshit anyways.
Why do we have stupid ass rules and stupid ass laws that don't really protect or help ANYONE?
- Josh
A day in which the police actually took a bit of initiative towards their rules.
It was as casual and boring as any day.
I was inside of the skatepark when the foot-patrol officer (Officer Baily. AKA: Hot-Cop) started walking up the path in the direction of the skatepark. Most of us were familiar with Officer Baily, so we thought little of it- because she wasn't know to us as a nazi-cop who would kick us out of the skatepark.
As she approached, many people left the skatepark. Fro and I- didn't. We kept hanging around there, because I figured she wouldn't care. After she got near she called out "Are you guys gonna get out or not?", seeing this as a sign of her yelling at us... we left. As we walked out she scolded us and three other skaters who we knew, but weren't from town.
We walked over to the benches and progressed to sit around. Joe and DK showed up, and a nice group ended up back over at the skatepark- when another cop showed up.
He kinda sped through and hit the brakes rather quickly, attempting to scare us- even though we kinda ignored him and walked outside. When we were standing outside he yelled at us and said "How many times do we have to tell you- stop going in there without a helmet! We're gonna start locking it up, so it's about time you guys bought a helmet". While we were walking to a small set of benches shrouded by some trees, I said to Joe "Is this Poland in 1944?", to which he laughed and said yes.
After that cop talked to the foot-patrol officer, I kinda just walked back and sat in front of the skatepark. After a minute or two, two bikers came in and I saw the foot-patrol officer staring at us nearly two baseball fields away.
I walked over to the benches shrouded by the trees as Casey and Trevor were walking towards the skatepark. I told them not to go and Casey (in her indomitable fashion) said "No it's fine, Officer Baily doesn't care, I know her. My grandpa was a cop", and she just made herself sound so pretentious and retarded.
While they were inside, we saw the cop coming back. As Casey and Trevor came back, I called them both retards and made everyone clap and thank them all for getting the skatepark locked for the day, which most people did clap.
The one officer returned in his squad car- and saw that the lock and chain were missing from the door, so he kinda just sat there. After another cop car pulled up, we all went and sat in front of the skatepark- holding a nice little protest against the helmet rule.
If you've never been to, or seen our skatepark- it's a piece of shit. It really is. The thing is so janky and underfunded that it's slowly collapsing over time. Although we have the shittiest park you'll ever see- they still have a rule set. On it- they mention everything fun is pretty much banned, and that helmets are mandatory- but "Skate at your own Risk" is written atop of it all.
One day, I asked a cop about all of it, and he said he didn't even understand the rule. He said that no one could get injured and sue the city- so the rule was just a bunch of bullshit anyways.
Why do we have stupid ass rules and stupid ass laws that don't really protect or help ANYONE?
- Josh
Notes from NYC Pt 3: The Day We Departed
This will be the final post in "Notes from NYC", so I hope you've enjoyed them. They've been fun to write, and remember- as well as a few things I'd prefer not to remember. On this final day we went to the movies, ate some intense food, and I lost my shit... read on.
We all woke up around 9:45 - 10:00 directly, and took some stuff out to Fro's car. After we came back in, we sat around and talked to Amber and her mother and sisters for a bit. Amber had warned us the previous night that her grandfather (whom she didn't like) would be visiting, and that I should watch myself because he's a sarcastic, rude, asshole... I saw this as a challenge.
After we all showered and just sat around- her grandparents showed up. They walked upstairs and her grandfather went "Amber's home, and she brought back three guys with her", to which we all humored him by laughing at his shitty joke. Everyone sat down, and I kinda started trading sarcastic wit back and forth with the grandfather. We could probably match ourselves when he's on a shitty day and I'm on a good one. He asked if we were having fun, how we liked the city, etc... and then Amber mentioned that I still had to make her banana pancakes.
I went into the kitchen and started making the stuff, when I saw how uncomfortable Fro and Charlie looked sitting there quietly, so I told them to come in and assist in the production of the food. After overdoing some pancakes and just making a mess, we finally ate. Soon after we digested, it was time to find something to do for the day. We decided to go see Pineapple Express, but we needed to stop at Goodwill first (Fro brought two pairs of shorts to NY with him, and the one pair smelled like shit). We went in, and Fro found a set of dress blues, that we made him buy- while I found their local soccer team's jersey.
We kinda just drove around until we got ahold of Amber and her mother, so they could help us find the theater. When we found the theater Fro changed into his dress blues, looking quite silly- which (of course) attracted a nice bit of attention. We paid for our tickets and just messed around inside of the movie theater before grabbing our seats.
The movie was alright. It wasn't as funny as it was just straight up random. There's a scene in the movie where two characters are talking in one of their homes and there is a random finger-painting of Santa Claus hanging on the wall, and another where two characters are talking next to a car and one of the characters just starts eating a bottle of pickles out of nowhere. It was a nice 6.5 out of 10.
Directly after the movie, Amber went to go pick up some Frappuccino (which my hatred for Starbucks, and dumbass coffees is another blog in of itself). It was easy to see that we embarrassed Amber, so I didn't really blame her for wanting to leave. When Amber left with her mother, we decided to get something to eat. We wanted to hit up some pizza- but being unfamiliar with the area... we were kinda left to ourselves.
All of decided that we wanted some NY pizza before we left. Considering I was commander of the outfit- I made Fro ask these people about some good pizza- and they recommended a place named "Cappuccino's", which was a small trek from where we were. The guy said it like he was full of shit, so I wrote down his license plate number, so I could trace it and burn down his house if it wasn't good. Eventually, we made it there. We fought over the food choice (Charlie wanted White, Fro and I wanted All Meat), we bought the all meat. I'm not even kidding when I say it's the best fucking pizza I've ever had. It was amazing. It even had REAL cheese!
When we had finished our amazing fucking pizza, we treked back to Amber's home. We got there, and we all kinda just talked about random odds and ends... when it came out from Amber's mother, that Amber had smoked since she'd been back. Now, to you- this may mean shit... but, her and I had a promise. We promised each other that if she wouldn't smoke anymore, that I wouldn't touch pills. A promise that I've ALMOST honored completely, minus one day that I wish never to mention.
(if you want to read about how this promise was formed, click here)
After it came out that she had smoked... I became... fucking raged. Honestly, the one way you can piss me off is by breaking a promise; that's why I rarely make them. I honor every promise I endebt myself to, and I will always honor them. So when it came out, I just lost my shit. After a few minutes, Amber left the living room and (presumably) went down to her room. I saw this as my moment to leave. I left her house and just started walking when I saw a tree and punched it, and it really hurt. I hate being seriously physically violent, and this tree was far from kind to my hand, but at the moment... I didn't care, I was just pissed.
I walked around her block, still angry, hand still hurting. I picked up Fro's longboard, and skated around the block with him. When we came around the bend near Amber's house, I heard crying. Amber's little sister Jamie had wrecked her little dirtbike somehow, and injured her leg. Fro helped get Jamie in the car, and they left towards the hospital.
That night, it became VERY awkward and quiet inside. I decided to put that smoking thing in the back of my head for the moment, because I knew that Amber and her other little sister Heather were worried about Jamie. Amber had walked out onto the porch and I went out and spoke to her for a bit. Shortly thereafter- Heather came out and I talked to Heather while Amber sat there quietly.
Seeing the tension here, Fro asked if I wanted to hit up the closest gas station for something to drink. We came back from there, and we went upstairs. I played Uno with Heather and Charlie- and then Blackjack with the forementioned and Fro. When Amber's mom got back with Jamie a slight tension released in the air. Amber, Heather, and Amber's mother started playing Rummikub while Fro, Charlie and I were sitting at the table- which kinda brought a nice bit of atmosphere to the table.
When Amber's dad came home from work at around 1:00 AM (I believe?), I looked to Charlie and Fro at the table and said "I want to get the fuck out of here". Charlie said "Yeah, I know" and then we presented the idea of just leaving now to Fro- who agreed it was for the best. We packed up our sleeping bags and came back inside to say our goodbyes. We gave Amber's mom a hug and shook her father's hand- but Amber barely said anything to us. She waved goodbye. That's pretty much it.
I was happy to leave. It was like a major weight had lifted off of my head. I just felt like Amber didn't want any of us around her house anymore. She barely spoke to us for our stay there, and then on the last day there- she seemed pissed... but I didn't want to think about it, I still don't.
Most of the trip home- I slept. I was just depressed and angry, and I didn't want to speak to anyone.
Looking back... the trip wasn't bad. Knowing that it was probably the last time I'd ever see Amber again- and she barely spoke to me (or any of us for that matter) hurt. Oh well, put it behind and move the fuck on. It's her life, it should be none of my business what she does with it.
So it was a trip. It had it's ups and downs... but it was still a trip, both mentally and physically. I'm happy to be home now, but honestly- I'd move to NYC if I had the chance.
Live, Love, and Let Go.
- Josh.
We all woke up around 9:45 - 10:00 directly, and took some stuff out to Fro's car. After we came back in, we sat around and talked to Amber and her mother and sisters for a bit. Amber had warned us the previous night that her grandfather (whom she didn't like) would be visiting, and that I should watch myself because he's a sarcastic, rude, asshole... I saw this as a challenge.
After we all showered and just sat around- her grandparents showed up. They walked upstairs and her grandfather went "Amber's home, and she brought back three guys with her", to which we all humored him by laughing at his shitty joke. Everyone sat down, and I kinda started trading sarcastic wit back and forth with the grandfather. We could probably match ourselves when he's on a shitty day and I'm on a good one. He asked if we were having fun, how we liked the city, etc... and then Amber mentioned that I still had to make her banana pancakes.
I went into the kitchen and started making the stuff, when I saw how uncomfortable Fro and Charlie looked sitting there quietly, so I told them to come in and assist in the production of the food. After overdoing some pancakes and just making a mess, we finally ate. Soon after we digested, it was time to find something to do for the day. We decided to go see Pineapple Express, but we needed to stop at Goodwill first (Fro brought two pairs of shorts to NY with him, and the one pair smelled like shit). We went in, and Fro found a set of dress blues, that we made him buy- while I found their local soccer team's jersey.
We kinda just drove around until we got ahold of Amber and her mother, so they could help us find the theater. When we found the theater Fro changed into his dress blues, looking quite silly- which (of course) attracted a nice bit of attention. We paid for our tickets and just messed around inside of the movie theater before grabbing our seats.
The movie was alright. It wasn't as funny as it was just straight up random. There's a scene in the movie where two characters are talking in one of their homes and there is a random finger-painting of Santa Claus hanging on the wall, and another where two characters are talking next to a car and one of the characters just starts eating a bottle of pickles out of nowhere. It was a nice 6.5 out of 10.
Directly after the movie, Amber went to go pick up some Frappuccino (which my hatred for Starbucks, and dumbass coffees is another blog in of itself). It was easy to see that we embarrassed Amber, so I didn't really blame her for wanting to leave. When Amber left with her mother, we decided to get something to eat. We wanted to hit up some pizza- but being unfamiliar with the area... we were kinda left to ourselves.
All of decided that we wanted some NY pizza before we left. Considering I was commander of the outfit- I made Fro ask these people about some good pizza- and they recommended a place named "Cappuccino's", which was a small trek from where we were. The guy said it like he was full of shit, so I wrote down his license plate number, so I could trace it and burn down his house if it wasn't good. Eventually, we made it there. We fought over the food choice (Charlie wanted White, Fro and I wanted All Meat), we bought the all meat. I'm not even kidding when I say it's the best fucking pizza I've ever had. It was amazing. It even had REAL cheese!
When we had finished our amazing fucking pizza, we treked back to Amber's home. We got there, and we all kinda just talked about random odds and ends... when it came out from Amber's mother, that Amber had smoked since she'd been back. Now, to you- this may mean shit... but, her and I had a promise. We promised each other that if she wouldn't smoke anymore, that I wouldn't touch pills. A promise that I've ALMOST honored completely, minus one day that I wish never to mention.
(if you want to read about how this promise was formed, click here)
After it came out that she had smoked... I became... fucking raged. Honestly, the one way you can piss me off is by breaking a promise; that's why I rarely make them. I honor every promise I endebt myself to, and I will always honor them. So when it came out, I just lost my shit. After a few minutes, Amber left the living room and (presumably) went down to her room. I saw this as my moment to leave. I left her house and just started walking when I saw a tree and punched it, and it really hurt. I hate being seriously physically violent, and this tree was far from kind to my hand, but at the moment... I didn't care, I was just pissed.
I walked around her block, still angry, hand still hurting. I picked up Fro's longboard, and skated around the block with him. When we came around the bend near Amber's house, I heard crying. Amber's little sister Jamie had wrecked her little dirtbike somehow, and injured her leg. Fro helped get Jamie in the car, and they left towards the hospital.
That night, it became VERY awkward and quiet inside. I decided to put that smoking thing in the back of my head for the moment, because I knew that Amber and her other little sister Heather were worried about Jamie. Amber had walked out onto the porch and I went out and spoke to her for a bit. Shortly thereafter- Heather came out and I talked to Heather while Amber sat there quietly.
Seeing the tension here, Fro asked if I wanted to hit up the closest gas station for something to drink. We came back from there, and we went upstairs. I played Uno with Heather and Charlie- and then Blackjack with the forementioned and Fro. When Amber's mom got back with Jamie a slight tension released in the air. Amber, Heather, and Amber's mother started playing Rummikub while Fro, Charlie and I were sitting at the table- which kinda brought a nice bit of atmosphere to the table.
When Amber's dad came home from work at around 1:00 AM (I believe?), I looked to Charlie and Fro at the table and said "I want to get the fuck out of here". Charlie said "Yeah, I know" and then we presented the idea of just leaving now to Fro- who agreed it was for the best. We packed up our sleeping bags and came back inside to say our goodbyes. We gave Amber's mom a hug and shook her father's hand- but Amber barely said anything to us. She waved goodbye. That's pretty much it.
I was happy to leave. It was like a major weight had lifted off of my head. I just felt like Amber didn't want any of us around her house anymore. She barely spoke to us for our stay there, and then on the last day there- she seemed pissed... but I didn't want to think about it, I still don't.
Most of the trip home- I slept. I was just depressed and angry, and I didn't want to speak to anyone.
Looking back... the trip wasn't bad. Knowing that it was probably the last time I'd ever see Amber again- and she barely spoke to me (or any of us for that matter) hurt. Oh well, put it behind and move the fuck on. It's her life, it should be none of my business what she does with it.
So it was a trip. It had it's ups and downs... but it was still a trip, both mentally and physically. I'm happy to be home now, but honestly- I'd move to NYC if I had the chance.
Live, Love, and Let Go.
- Josh.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Notes from NYC Pt 2: Adventures in the City
This is the second in the line of three stories about the three-day road trip to NY I made with Fro and Charlie Nemes. This second piece is about us going to see New York City, as well as a historical marker for my personal interests.
On Saturday morning, we all pretty much promptly woke up around 10:00AM or so. We showered our disgusting sweaty bodies and then started questioning what to do with the day. We eventually decided that we would take the train into the city.
Once we got directions to the Train Station, we were off. After we got to the station, the hard part began: Finding a spot. It took us a nice twenty minutes before we finally decided to just park at the VERY top of a parking garage. We briskly walked around the block, getting slightly lost until we found the station. We bought our tickets (which were 13.50, outrageous), and waited for Fro who noticed that there was a door that led directly next to our parking garage, so we didn't have to walk ALL around the block. He ran to his car, and then bought his ticket just in time to get to the final door on the train.
During the entire train ride we made it our duty to annoy the fuck out of everyone by singing songs. We sung everything from "What I Got" by Sublime to "Stand By Me" by Ben E. King. As the various people stared, we also noticed the beautiful countryside.
When we finally reached the city, we stumbled into the huge cathedral hall. The architecture there was beyond amazing, and for a second we kinda just stared in awe. We found a visitors booth, and we got a city map and the train schedule.
We stared at the City Map and decided to walk a nice 20 blocks to Central Park. Along our enormous walk, I noticed the city. I noticed how this rich end of Manhattan just rushed from one place to another, seemingly like a robot. It was a nice moment of realization of what the concrete wonderland does to people.
As we were walking down a block... we saw none other than THE "Good Burger: Home of the Good Burder" from the movie Good Burger, with Kenan and Kel. Seeing this as a priceless opportunity- we stopped and ate (but we kinda made Fro pay). It was an intense burger, but not worth the 6.75 spent on it.
Eventually- we found ourselves at Central Park. We walked around for quite a while, and then as we were sitting next to a bridge listening to a saxaphonist... it hit me, a place we HAD To go. After telling Charlie and Fro we decided to go. Charlie was hesitant because of the walk... but we kinda coerced him into coming with us.
When we started walking towards our location I called George and told him where we were headed to which he said "Fuck you guys, I want to come". As we were leaving Central Park, we saw the Subway station- something that Amber's family told us NEVER to get on to. We went down to the station- read the subway map and decided to ride. We paid for our tickets and stood near the doors.
After we found that we were headed in the right direction, we found another one. On this one, we stood by the doors again, but Fro and I sang the entire time, obviously annoying people. During a tight turn, I screamed quite loudly "WE'RE GONNA DERAIL!!!!" to which people started staring and then I went "I'm kidding, we're not gonna de-rail.", an elderly lady kinda just started nodding along when we started singing "Stand By Me". In the middle of the subway ride we started hearing music. For some reason I just thought it was some stupid Subway music... but it turned out to be a real Jazz musician playing the trumpet in the middle of the subway train, doing a killer job at that.
After we got off the train, we found where we were and where we were supposed to be headed. After walking for a nice bit, we came to it... 315 Bowery St... the old location of the greatest punk club to grace the world, CBGB.
We walked into what one was CBGB's (which is now a clothing store, but they kept a lot of it the same) and you could just feel the energy. To be able to walk on the same floor as some of my favorite bands was amazing. Saying you walked on the same floor as Johnny Cash, Henry Rollins, Joe Strummer, and so many others is a feat that only so many people can say.
It's odd, I mean- I never thought I'd be able to feel that intense and feel that insane in a place... but knowing that my heroes have been there, played there and been one of the people that have watched the shows is an amazing feeling.
After we wandered around that place for about 20 minutes... we decided to leave and hopefully catch the 8:45 train back to Poughkeepsie. As we walked 40 blocks, we got inside and it was 8:42... too late to catch the train. The next train was at 10:05, so we had some time to kill. We walked around the block outside, and enjoyed the sights. On the train ride home, it culminated with us scaring people with our singing (including making 3 or 4 people actually move), and just yelling stuff out through the traincar.
Once we returned to Amber's home, she was sitting out front reading- as we brought a bag of 15 Tacos from Taco Bell. We all ended up in the Sun Room until 4 AM when Amber started being sleepy-grouchy. Shortly thereafter- we all went to sleep.
All in all, it was a pretty amazing day. From seeing the spot where they filmed a part of Home Alone 2 to standing on the same floor that was once shared by Dee Dee Ramone. It was a day that will always stick with me, forever.
- Josh.
On Saturday morning, we all pretty much promptly woke up around 10:00AM or so. We showered our disgusting sweaty bodies and then started questioning what to do with the day. We eventually decided that we would take the train into the city.
Once we got directions to the Train Station, we were off. After we got to the station, the hard part began: Finding a spot. It took us a nice twenty minutes before we finally decided to just park at the VERY top of a parking garage. We briskly walked around the block, getting slightly lost until we found the station. We bought our tickets (which were 13.50, outrageous), and waited for Fro who noticed that there was a door that led directly next to our parking garage, so we didn't have to walk ALL around the block. He ran to his car, and then bought his ticket just in time to get to the final door on the train.
During the entire train ride we made it our duty to annoy the fuck out of everyone by singing songs. We sung everything from "What I Got" by Sublime to "Stand By Me" by Ben E. King. As the various people stared, we also noticed the beautiful countryside.
When we finally reached the city, we stumbled into the huge cathedral hall. The architecture there was beyond amazing, and for a second we kinda just stared in awe. We found a visitors booth, and we got a city map and the train schedule.
We stared at the City Map and decided to walk a nice 20 blocks to Central Park. Along our enormous walk, I noticed the city. I noticed how this rich end of Manhattan just rushed from one place to another, seemingly like a robot. It was a nice moment of realization of what the concrete wonderland does to people.
As we were walking down a block... we saw none other than THE "Good Burger: Home of the Good Burder" from the movie Good Burger, with Kenan and Kel. Seeing this as a priceless opportunity- we stopped and ate (but we kinda made Fro pay). It was an intense burger, but not worth the 6.75 spent on it.
Eventually- we found ourselves at Central Park. We walked around for quite a while, and then as we were sitting next to a bridge listening to a saxaphonist... it hit me, a place we HAD To go. After telling Charlie and Fro we decided to go. Charlie was hesitant because of the walk... but we kinda coerced him into coming with us.
When we started walking towards our location I called George and told him where we were headed to which he said "Fuck you guys, I want to come". As we were leaving Central Park, we saw the Subway station- something that Amber's family told us NEVER to get on to. We went down to the station- read the subway map and decided to ride. We paid for our tickets and stood near the doors.
After we found that we were headed in the right direction, we found another one. On this one, we stood by the doors again, but Fro and I sang the entire time, obviously annoying people. During a tight turn, I screamed quite loudly "WE'RE GONNA DERAIL!!!!" to which people started staring and then I went "I'm kidding, we're not gonna de-rail.", an elderly lady kinda just started nodding along when we started singing "Stand By Me". In the middle of the subway ride we started hearing music. For some reason I just thought it was some stupid Subway music... but it turned out to be a real Jazz musician playing the trumpet in the middle of the subway train, doing a killer job at that.
After we got off the train, we found where we were and where we were supposed to be headed. After walking for a nice bit, we came to it... 315 Bowery St... the old location of the greatest punk club to grace the world, CBGB.
We walked into what one was CBGB's (which is now a clothing store, but they kept a lot of it the same) and you could just feel the energy. To be able to walk on the same floor as some of my favorite bands was amazing. Saying you walked on the same floor as Johnny Cash, Henry Rollins, Joe Strummer, and so many others is a feat that only so many people can say.
It's odd, I mean- I never thought I'd be able to feel that intense and feel that insane in a place... but knowing that my heroes have been there, played there and been one of the people that have watched the shows is an amazing feeling.
After we wandered around that place for about 20 minutes... we decided to leave and hopefully catch the 8:45 train back to Poughkeepsie. As we walked 40 blocks, we got inside and it was 8:42... too late to catch the train. The next train was at 10:05, so we had some time to kill. We walked around the block outside, and enjoyed the sights. On the train ride home, it culminated with us scaring people with our singing (including making 3 or 4 people actually move), and just yelling stuff out through the traincar.
Once we returned to Amber's home, she was sitting out front reading- as we brought a bag of 15 Tacos from Taco Bell. We all ended up in the Sun Room until 4 AM when Amber started being sleepy-grouchy. Shortly thereafter- we all went to sleep.
All in all, it was a pretty amazing day. From seeing the spot where they filmed a part of Home Alone 2 to standing on the same floor that was once shared by Dee Dee Ramone. It was a day that will always stick with me, forever.
- Josh.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Notes from NYC Pt 1: The Arrival
Good morning (afternoon, or evening- depending on when you're reading this),
I just got home not too long ago from New York, where I visited a friend (Amber Newman) with Fro and Charlie Nemes. I figured that posting all three days of our visit at once was a bit excessive... so I'm gonna sift it down to three parts, one for each day. This first one, the arrival- is how we got to her house, and what we did (and didn't) on our first day there.
Note: For certain reasons, I'm saying fuck it- and I'm going to mention every little detail, every name, and everything that happened, and everyone who did something with/to us.
Early Friday morning, Fro (who had just got off of work at Kraftmaid) picked me up from my house. From there, we got Charlie Nemes. After we started our road trip, we stopped at a McDonalds directly inside of PA. We ordered our food, ate- and set back off (and I found a lucky rabbits foot in the parking lot, still have it now). After about an hour or so... those two breakfast burrtios started taking their affect.
I started getting gas so intense that we actually sniffed the seat afterwards and it smelled like something had curled up and died there, it fucking disgusting beyond belief.
When we got into NY- we crossed this bridge, and the view was fucking incredible. It was so amazing and pretty, it was unlike anything I (or anyone else in the vehicle) had seen.
After got to where we were supposed to heading, I started giving shitty direction... in which we ended up at a Citgo asking for help. We got in, asked the cashier- who spoke broken English, and began to leave when this guy buying piss-water (Monster) asked where we were headed. We told him, and he had NO idea but then asked "What, none of you guys have a GPS Phone or anything?", to which I thought "Does he know that we're three random kids from Ohio, lost in NY?", well- the lady overheard us mention Hopewell Junction and gave us something to go on. During the rest of our ride trying to find the house I just kept talking about how I was gonna burn down that guy's house because he asked if we had a GPS phone.
Nearing our place, we stopped by another Citgo and Fro asked for directions while Charlie and I bought drinks. Soon after, we set back off. As we neared this gas station "Stewarts", we saw Amber run across the street with her friend Tiffany, and her little sister Jamie. We turned the car around, and we procedded to yell at Fro- who started yelling back at us, because he didn't know where we were really going.
Eventually, we came up and talked to Amber (and her friends) and then we (Fro, Charlie and I) headed out to Amber's home. The directions I had said "First tan house on the left", well I didn't know which direction they meant... so we took the first tan house we saw, which was on the right.
We stood underneath their garage awning, and a lady pulled in and walked inside briskly. A moment later, a man (Angrily) walked out, and rudely asked who we were and what we were looking for. We explained and it turns out that it WASN'T Amber's home, it was just some random tan house. Even after we apologized, he kinda just stared at us. The more I think of it, he looked like Mike Watt from The Minutemen.
Somehow, we found Amber's house- which wasn't TOO hard to miss, actually. We walked in, met her mom (nicest lady ever, as well as funny) and kinda sat around talking to her, until Amber showed up. All the while before Amber showed up, I seemed to be the only one comfortable. Fro and Charlie seemed a bit uncomfortable, so I started involving them with all conversations. After Amber showed up... we just kinda sat around. Amber didn't really speak to any of us, actually. It was funny, in a way. We came over 400 Miles, and we'd spoken more to her mother more than her.
As the night wore on, we went to Wal-Mart... bought Bisquick and just kinda hung around Amber's home. We talked to her dad and mom some more, who we all agreed were probably the coolest parents ever (next to Cameron's, at least). Fro fell asleep quite quickly. Charlie and I (left to our boredom, while everyone else slept) took a walk around the neighborhood, just talking. We came back in around 1, and fell asleep.
I just got home not too long ago from New York, where I visited a friend (Amber Newman) with Fro and Charlie Nemes. I figured that posting all three days of our visit at once was a bit excessive... so I'm gonna sift it down to three parts, one for each day. This first one, the arrival- is how we got to her house, and what we did (and didn't) on our first day there.
Note: For certain reasons, I'm saying fuck it- and I'm going to mention every little detail, every name, and everything that happened, and everyone who did something with/to us.
Early Friday morning, Fro (who had just got off of work at Kraftmaid) picked me up from my house. From there, we got Charlie Nemes. After we started our road trip, we stopped at a McDonalds directly inside of PA. We ordered our food, ate- and set back off (and I found a lucky rabbits foot in the parking lot, still have it now). After about an hour or so... those two breakfast burrtios started taking their affect.
I started getting gas so intense that we actually sniffed the seat afterwards and it smelled like something had curled up and died there, it fucking disgusting beyond belief.
When we got into NY- we crossed this bridge, and the view was fucking incredible. It was so amazing and pretty, it was unlike anything I (or anyone else in the vehicle) had seen.
After got to where we were supposed to heading, I started giving shitty direction... in which we ended up at a Citgo asking for help. We got in, asked the cashier- who spoke broken English, and began to leave when this guy buying piss-water (Monster) asked where we were headed. We told him, and he had NO idea but then asked "What, none of you guys have a GPS Phone or anything?", to which I thought "Does he know that we're three random kids from Ohio, lost in NY?", well- the lady overheard us mention Hopewell Junction and gave us something to go on. During the rest of our ride trying to find the house I just kept talking about how I was gonna burn down that guy's house because he asked if we had a GPS phone.
Nearing our place, we stopped by another Citgo and Fro asked for directions while Charlie and I bought drinks. Soon after, we set back off. As we neared this gas station "Stewarts", we saw Amber run across the street with her friend Tiffany, and her little sister Jamie. We turned the car around, and we procedded to yell at Fro- who started yelling back at us, because he didn't know where we were really going.
Eventually, we came up and talked to Amber (and her friends) and then we (Fro, Charlie and I) headed out to Amber's home. The directions I had said "First tan house on the left", well I didn't know which direction they meant... so we took the first tan house we saw, which was on the right.
We stood underneath their garage awning, and a lady pulled in and walked inside briskly. A moment later, a man (Angrily) walked out, and rudely asked who we were and what we were looking for. We explained and it turns out that it WASN'T Amber's home, it was just some random tan house. Even after we apologized, he kinda just stared at us. The more I think of it, he looked like Mike Watt from The Minutemen.
Somehow, we found Amber's house- which wasn't TOO hard to miss, actually. We walked in, met her mom (nicest lady ever, as well as funny) and kinda sat around talking to her, until Amber showed up. All the while before Amber showed up, I seemed to be the only one comfortable. Fro and Charlie seemed a bit uncomfortable, so I started involving them with all conversations. After Amber showed up... we just kinda sat around. Amber didn't really speak to any of us, actually. It was funny, in a way. We came over 400 Miles, and we'd spoken more to her mother more than her.
As the night wore on, we went to Wal-Mart... bought Bisquick and just kinda hung around Amber's home. We talked to her dad and mom some more, who we all agreed were probably the coolest parents ever (next to Cameron's, at least). Fro fell asleep quite quickly. Charlie and I (left to our boredom, while everyone else slept) took a walk around the neighborhood, just talking. We came back in around 1, and fell asleep.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Junkie 14 Yr. Olds.
The smaller the town you live in, the more you notice the fucked up people, the corruption, and the straight up weirdness. One thing that I've noticed with this tiny little town (Newton Falls), is the odd amount of little girls who smoke pot constantly, do other drugs, and are proud of it!
It completely fucks with my perception of how a human should be!
I mean, if you wanna smoke pot- go for it, just don't start blowing every cent you have on pot, or move on to more drugs and become dependent on them.
... These girls though, they seem proud that they're stoners! They can't be over 14, I swear. There's this one girl named Taylor, and she always wears this gray shirt with a pot-leaf on it that says "Home Grown" followed by something dumb and idiotically ironic.
It fucking disgusts me. I don't really have anything against pot, but don't be so fucking proud. It follows in line with the people who draw pot-leafs on everything; as if someone is really gonna give a flying fuck that you enjoy getting baked.
These junkie ass 14 Yr. old girls need to get some culture. They need to listen to some Miles Davis, and put down the Mudvayne CD. They need to read some Howard Zinn, and put down the Marijuana Dictionary. They need to be human, but instead... they'll fry their brain-cells, get pregnant, and hopefully die rather quickly.
- Josh.
It completely fucks with my perception of how a human should be!
I mean, if you wanna smoke pot- go for it, just don't start blowing every cent you have on pot, or move on to more drugs and become dependent on them.
... These girls though, they seem proud that they're stoners! They can't be over 14, I swear. There's this one girl named Taylor, and she always wears this gray shirt with a pot-leaf on it that says "Home Grown" followed by something dumb and idiotically ironic.
It fucking disgusts me. I don't really have anything against pot, but don't be so fucking proud. It follows in line with the people who draw pot-leafs on everything; as if someone is really gonna give a flying fuck that you enjoy getting baked.
These junkie ass 14 Yr. old girls need to get some culture. They need to listen to some Miles Davis, and put down the Mudvayne CD. They need to read some Howard Zinn, and put down the Marijuana Dictionary. They need to be human, but instead... they'll fry their brain-cells, get pregnant, and hopefully die rather quickly.
- Josh.
pissing on the floor
Good morning everyone.
It is none other than... well, me.
Right now, it's 2:44AM. I'm sitting here listening to "Rotten Apples: The Greatest Hits" by The Smashing Pumpkins.
Have you ever wondered how one person can have such control over you, that it makes you feel like shit to the core? I think most people have. It's a weird type of psuedo-masochism... like the battered puppy syndrome in a way.
You know it's your fault for pissing on the floor, and you're not surprised when you get hit for it... but you'll still probably piss on the floor again because no one wants to take you outside.
I don't know, then again... I never really know, do I?
It is none other than... well, me.
Right now, it's 2:44AM. I'm sitting here listening to "Rotten Apples: The Greatest Hits" by The Smashing Pumpkins.
Have you ever wondered how one person can have such control over you, that it makes you feel like shit to the core? I think most people have. It's a weird type of psuedo-masochism... like the battered puppy syndrome in a way.
You know it's your fault for pissing on the floor, and you're not surprised when you get hit for it... but you'll still probably piss on the floor again because no one wants to take you outside.
I don't know, then again... I never really know, do I?
Monday, August 4, 2008
All Hope Has Been Abandoned
Good evening readers.
This is my first post on the NEW blog.
I used to hate when people would shut down their blogs or myspaces and make new ones... but I REALLY needed a new one.
So that I don't seem like some attention-seeking ass... I figured I'd list a few things that helped towards ending the previous blog (which the IoS archive will be listed under friends, and links).
1. The name.
The name "The Innovation of Silence" was SO cliche and silly. I hated it, and I'm not even sure why I named it that.
2. The Tags
I had WAY too many useless tag labels and all of my posts fell under "Good times", which I kinda just did out of habit after a while.
3. The posts.
I've read and reread many of the posts... a lot of which were written while I was dating Christina... so they were like "Hung with Christina today, got in a fight with Christina today, talked to Christina today, etc" which would always bum me out when I look back now; not mean towards Christina or anything... just because of those posts I guess. Who knows. Many of the posts I also wrote when I was SUPER depressed, or sad... so I look back and feel flushed.
4. E-Mail
I got a new e-mail, and it wouldn't let me transfer the IoS over to my new e-mail account... so it kinda raged me there.
So that's pretty much all I have. Those are my simple, silly reasons for ending a 220 blog posting streak and starting over fresh.
I hope you all don't hate me... and you'll keep reading :).
- Josh
This is my first post on the NEW blog.
I used to hate when people would shut down their blogs or myspaces and make new ones... but I REALLY needed a new one.
So that I don't seem like some attention-seeking ass... I figured I'd list a few things that helped towards ending the previous blog (which the IoS archive will be listed under friends, and links).
1. The name.
The name "The Innovation of Silence" was SO cliche and silly. I hated it, and I'm not even sure why I named it that.
2. The Tags
I had WAY too many useless tag labels and all of my posts fell under "Good times", which I kinda just did out of habit after a while.
3. The posts.
I've read and reread many of the posts... a lot of which were written while I was dating Christina... so they were like "Hung with Christina today, got in a fight with Christina today, talked to Christina today, etc" which would always bum me out when I look back now; not mean towards Christina or anything... just because of those posts I guess. Who knows. Many of the posts I also wrote when I was SUPER depressed, or sad... so I look back and feel flushed.
4. E-Mail
I got a new e-mail, and it wouldn't let me transfer the IoS over to my new e-mail account... so it kinda raged me there.
So that's pretty much all I have. Those are my simple, silly reasons for ending a 220 blog posting streak and starting over fresh.
I hope you all don't hate me... and you'll keep reading :).
- Josh
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