I was standing around at the park near 7 or so. There was nice, a slight chill to the air. Fro called and said he'd be there to pick me up for a few minutes, and that we'd be grabbing Charlie as well for milkshakes. I was standing by a large grouping of cars and people when Fro and Sam pulled up. I grabbed by back-seat position and started playing with a can of spray-on deodorant that was left there by charlie ever since The New York Trip. We pick up Sir Charles and we all talk and shoot the shit for the drive. It had been a week or so since I saw Charlie, few days since I'd seen Fro and less than a day since I'd seen Sam, but still.
We get to Niles and we get into the right-hand lane to turn into the plaza that leads to the Mall and all of the outlying stores, outlets, places, etc. As we're still going at about 10 miles an hour I say "Well, I'll see you guys at Steak and Shake" and I jump out of the car! I get my foot caught and Fro manages to run over two of my toes on my left foot. Fucking flip-flops. I still jump out of the car, tumble on the ground, get up- and start running as fast as I can. I look to my left and see them slowing down along the lane and turning and stopping, presumably waiting for me. I keep running. I run until I get to the Holiday Inn down the road. They see me and turn in, expecting me to get in the car. I run into the Holiday Inn, run up three or four flights of stairs, and then open a door that triggers a fire alarm- and then I run down the fire escape.
I keep running.
I get to a turn where it leads to the main portion of the plaza. I look behind me and still see them sitting there in the Holiday Inn parking lot. I run down this road and then run a nice half a block to the Steak and Shake. I get there, call Charlie- and then they show up.
After our awesome milk-shakes, we collectively decide to head to the mall for a bit. We walk inside and there are a fair amount of the overhead lights out. We still decide to keep walking. We walk around for a bit, and then we all skip for a while. This place is fucking empty, there is hardly anyone there, so who gives a fuck. Well, the Mall Security guard obviously did. He yells "Hey, stop it!", and we all stop. I look behind me, say "Fuck it." and keep skipping for most of the remaining mall-way. I get out of breath and wait for the others to catch up. The Mall Security guard is walking pretty intently over in my direction. I just stand there, looking at his faggy ass. He strides up to me and in a very hick-ish way goes "I told you to stop, what were you doing?", I go "Oh dude, I thought you said that the mall was closing and that we needed to leave.", he continues on and eventually tells me that if I ever "disobey orders" again, I'll be banned for life. I semi-laugh at him and then we just leave.
Fuck that Mall Security faggot. He can suck my tiny, white penis. I was SKIPPING. I wasn't talking to, harming, or annoying anyone (other than him), so he can fuck off. How daft can one person be? It's an empty mall and we were skipping to the exit. God I really hope someone just burns down his fucking house, because this fellow OBVIOUSLY lived with his mother. He was wearing what appeared to be a Mountie's hat and standard blues. He had three days of growth from his upper lip and a nice chubbiness that rivals my own. I could give a fuck less if I get banned from our shitty mall. Chapel Hill is much nicer and only like 20-30 minutes farther. I just think the guy is a total fucking moron. I was skipping through an empty mall- just because you have a life draining job doesn't mean you have to hate on skippers. I hope he gets raped by a band of skipping serial killers.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Cowards.
Straight-edge is a way of life and a movement.
It's also a choice.
I respect bands like Minor Threat who helped start the movement- but it's not for everyone, and that's what these fucking moronic assholes from "The Courage Crew" need to understand.
If you've never heard of "The Courage Crew" it goes kinda like this. They're a militant straight-edge group who beat the living fuck out of people who smoke, drink, or do drugs. They usually brandish the X somewhere on their persons- casually the head.
It's the most fascistic thing I've ever heard of.
I'm appalled that people still do that shit. Big deal, I like to drink- I'm not bothering you so fuck off if you want to bring your violence this way. They beat the shit out of people for what purpose? None.
They attack people who enjoy having a good time their way because it's not what they think is best. I could understand these guys beating up some fucking drunk asshole who tried fighting them, but it's innocent people who are intoxicated. It's pointless!
You think you're teaching them a fucking lesson? Take your militant straight-edge bullshit and suck my hairy white balls.
Can there be a stupider movement? I'd rather hang around with a group of potheads than assholes like that who make it their sole mission to beat the shit out of generally peaceful people.
When was the last time you heard of some guy who smokes pot shooting up a school or raping a girl- never. Because it DOESN'T FUCKING HAPPEN.
These militant-straight-edge "Courage Crew" motherfuckers aren't any better than the Nazi's. Beating the fuck out of innocent people.
Is there a fair argument FOR the "Courage Crew", which I think their methods are simply the most cowards bullshit I've ever heard of.
Fuck you, and your violence. They lost control of the original message. Ian Mackaye (from Minor Threat) refused to play shows where violence was, and if anyone ever got hurt he'd stop and help a person- there was no shitty moshpits- yet 20 years later we have asshole straight-edge kids who beat the fuck out of someone who likes to drink.
Shut the fuck up. You're not a real straight-edge kid, you're just a fucking coward motherfucker. If you're gonna be straight-edge, be straight-edge... don't be an asshole.
- Josh.
It's also a choice.
I respect bands like Minor Threat who helped start the movement- but it's not for everyone, and that's what these fucking moronic assholes from "The Courage Crew" need to understand.
If you've never heard of "The Courage Crew" it goes kinda like this. They're a militant straight-edge group who beat the living fuck out of people who smoke, drink, or do drugs. They usually brandish the X somewhere on their persons- casually the head.
It's the most fascistic thing I've ever heard of.
I'm appalled that people still do that shit. Big deal, I like to drink- I'm not bothering you so fuck off if you want to bring your violence this way. They beat the shit out of people for what purpose? None.
They attack people who enjoy having a good time their way because it's not what they think is best. I could understand these guys beating up some fucking drunk asshole who tried fighting them, but it's innocent people who are intoxicated. It's pointless!
You think you're teaching them a fucking lesson? Take your militant straight-edge bullshit and suck my hairy white balls.
Can there be a stupider movement? I'd rather hang around with a group of potheads than assholes like that who make it their sole mission to beat the shit out of generally peaceful people.
When was the last time you heard of some guy who smokes pot shooting up a school or raping a girl- never. Because it DOESN'T FUCKING HAPPEN.
These militant-straight-edge "Courage Crew" motherfuckers aren't any better than the Nazi's. Beating the fuck out of innocent people.
Is there a fair argument FOR the "Courage Crew", which I think their methods are simply the most cowards bullshit I've ever heard of.
Fuck you, and your violence. They lost control of the original message. Ian Mackaye (from Minor Threat) refused to play shows where violence was, and if anyone ever got hurt he'd stop and help a person- there was no shitty moshpits- yet 20 years later we have asshole straight-edge kids who beat the fuck out of someone who likes to drink.
Shut the fuck up. You're not a real straight-edge kid, you're just a fucking coward motherfucker. If you're gonna be straight-edge, be straight-edge... don't be an asshole.
- Josh.
Monday, September 15, 2008
"Are you passing out? No, okay- go"
America's health care system sucks.
Straight up.
It's not even the government anymore, it's just asshole, lazy doctors that fucking ruined it for me.
I had my physical for McDonalds today, which I didn't care- I knew it was part of the procedure and I didn't really mind. BUT I had a physical like three months ago and the cock-munch director of medicine goes "Yeah, usually it's a year before you need to get a physical for your work permit... but it's against MY policy... so you're gonna have to come back in for a physical if you want us to sign off on your sheet.", so that kinda pissed me off.
Still, it was a rule- I didn't care.
So I go into the lobby and I wait around. There's shitty diagrams and warning all over the walls and a group of ladies chattering about baby's daddies (I'm not lying, or kidding there). So I wait for a good 20 minutes until these two kids come in (though kid could be argued, they were like 14) with a toad. There's an instant freakout and everyone is yelling and stuff. The kids' mom comes out of the exam room and the kids run out of the place as this family is walking in. Seeing as I'm already standing around awkwardly, I hold the door open for the family coming in.
As I'm forced to listen to their mindless jabber of "how does' snakes' be unholy!", the nurse thankfully whisks me away with "Joshua?", and I'm off to the exam room. I talk to my nurse for a bit as she weighs me and looks at me to write down my sheet. She finishes her end and goes "Alright, well- the doctor will be here to see you in a few minutes.", so I get bored. After a half hour passes I call Cameron and go "If you never hear from me again- it means that I've killed my fucking doctor." and I hang up.
About 30 seconds after I hang up, student doctor "Katie" walks in to administer my physical. She goes through the normal stuff of blood pressure, heart-rate, etc... then she administers the question portion.
"Do you smoke?"
"Nope"
"Do you drink?"
"Define drink"
"I don't know, ummm.. the past two weeks"
"Then no"
"Well when was the last time you drank?"
"Three weeks ago."
"Can I pretend you didn't say that so I can still have your work permit filled out?"
"Please do."
"Okay, do you do drugs?"
"What would you define as a drug?"
"Pot, Pills, you know."
(She stares at me like she knows I'm a fucking pill-popper, but I decide against not having my permit filled out.)
"Not at all, I thought you meant caffeine, or something like that."
She finished the rest of the questions and left the room. I could tell that she knew I was fucking weird. She saw the Against Me! t-shirt on and her cute freckled face knew at that point that I would drink with her after work and do tons of Xanex with her.
After another 30 minutes, my doctor "Keith" comes in and goes- alright, you can go- pick your permit up at the front desk on your way out. Katie and I say goodbye to eachother and I happily leave that hellhole. As I'm walking out, "Keith" comes up and goes "Oh, I forgot- are you having any medical problems?", I go "Not at all." then he asks "So you're not really having things where you just pass out? hmmm... okay- go ahead.", what the fuck?
I fucking HATED it.
I'd like to see Katie again though.
- Josh.
Straight up.
It's not even the government anymore, it's just asshole, lazy doctors that fucking ruined it for me.
I had my physical for McDonalds today, which I didn't care- I knew it was part of the procedure and I didn't really mind. BUT I had a physical like three months ago and the cock-munch director of medicine goes "Yeah, usually it's a year before you need to get a physical for your work permit... but it's against MY policy... so you're gonna have to come back in for a physical if you want us to sign off on your sheet.", so that kinda pissed me off.
Still, it was a rule- I didn't care.
So I go into the lobby and I wait around. There's shitty diagrams and warning all over the walls and a group of ladies chattering about baby's daddies (I'm not lying, or kidding there). So I wait for a good 20 minutes until these two kids come in (though kid could be argued, they were like 14) with a toad. There's an instant freakout and everyone is yelling and stuff. The kids' mom comes out of the exam room and the kids run out of the place as this family is walking in. Seeing as I'm already standing around awkwardly, I hold the door open for the family coming in.
As I'm forced to listen to their mindless jabber of "how does' snakes' be unholy!", the nurse thankfully whisks me away with "Joshua?", and I'm off to the exam room. I talk to my nurse for a bit as she weighs me and looks at me to write down my sheet. She finishes her end and goes "Alright, well- the doctor will be here to see you in a few minutes.", so I get bored. After a half hour passes I call Cameron and go "If you never hear from me again- it means that I've killed my fucking doctor." and I hang up.
About 30 seconds after I hang up, student doctor "Katie" walks in to administer my physical. She goes through the normal stuff of blood pressure, heart-rate, etc... then she administers the question portion.
"Do you smoke?"
"Nope"
"Do you drink?"
"Define drink"
"I don't know, ummm.. the past two weeks"
"Then no"
"Well when was the last time you drank?"
"Three weeks ago."
"Can I pretend you didn't say that so I can still have your work permit filled out?"
"Please do."
"Okay, do you do drugs?"
"What would you define as a drug?"
"Pot, Pills, you know."
(She stares at me like she knows I'm a fucking pill-popper, but I decide against not having my permit filled out.)
"Not at all, I thought you meant caffeine, or something like that."
She finished the rest of the questions and left the room. I could tell that she knew I was fucking weird. She saw the Against Me! t-shirt on and her cute freckled face knew at that point that I would drink with her after work and do tons of Xanex with her.
After another 30 minutes, my doctor "Keith" comes in and goes- alright, you can go- pick your permit up at the front desk on your way out. Katie and I say goodbye to eachother and I happily leave that hellhole. As I'm walking out, "Keith" comes up and goes "Oh, I forgot- are you having any medical problems?", I go "Not at all." then he asks "So you're not really having things where you just pass out? hmmm... okay- go ahead.", what the fuck?
I fucking HATED it.
I'd like to see Katie again though.
- Josh.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Later, Oklahoma.
Yesterday was pretty much lame and depressing, but I did get to hang out with Cameron for a little bit.
He and I went to the mall and then went to see his dad at the strike. His dad works at Thomas Steel which is on union strike right now.
So after I bought some new flip-flops at Old Navy, he and I headed out towards that way. After I went back to the truck and talked to the grandparents (I left my phone in the truck), I had some fun.
They had corporate suits out there in a large white van. There was a skinny guy wearing cowboy boots and a black suit, and a fat guy wearing a suit shirt and pants. I started having fun yelling obscenities at the pair of guys who were against the strike, working for the corporate end of Thomas steel. I yelled everything, in front of Cameron's dad at that:
"Hey Oklahoma (the skinny guy) take your dick out the other guys ass and stop recording me!"
"Was it weird when you joined Al-Queda as an American?"
"Do you enjoy your job? Draining America's hard-working persons for the financial gain of people who REALLY don't need the money?"
"I'm gonna burn down your fucking house!"
"I bet you like David Bowie- I bet the fat man is Freddie Mercury, I heard they fucked!"
And just various other things. Cameron and I walked into the tent next to the strikers and there was a cat there. Cameron asked who's it was, and one of the guys from the strike said it's name is "Strike Kitty" and it just showed up one day.
The cat and I started playing. It scratched me like 50 times, painfully.
Eventually we left, and that was pretty much the only noteworthy part of yesterday.
- Josh
He and I went to the mall and then went to see his dad at the strike. His dad works at Thomas Steel which is on union strike right now.
So after I bought some new flip-flops at Old Navy, he and I headed out towards that way. After I went back to the truck and talked to the grandparents (I left my phone in the truck), I had some fun.
They had corporate suits out there in a large white van. There was a skinny guy wearing cowboy boots and a black suit, and a fat guy wearing a suit shirt and pants. I started having fun yelling obscenities at the pair of guys who were against the strike, working for the corporate end of Thomas steel. I yelled everything, in front of Cameron's dad at that:
"Hey Oklahoma (the skinny guy) take your dick out the other guys ass and stop recording me!"
"Was it weird when you joined Al-Queda as an American?"
"Do you enjoy your job? Draining America's hard-working persons for the financial gain of people who REALLY don't need the money?"
"I'm gonna burn down your fucking house!"
"I bet you like David Bowie- I bet the fat man is Freddie Mercury, I heard they fucked!"
And just various other things. Cameron and I walked into the tent next to the strikers and there was a cat there. Cameron asked who's it was, and one of the guys from the strike said it's name is "Strike Kitty" and it just showed up one day.
The cat and I started playing. It scratched me like 50 times, painfully.
Eventually we left, and that was pretty much the only noteworthy part of yesterday.
- Josh
Here we are again.
Here comes another Saturday night, ready to leave.
As this boring night ends, I kinda like to think about how plans never really seem to work out.
It seems like at least one person bails out of a plan and kinda fucks with the logistics of it. It's weird, even something as simple and silly as drinking- usually 1 or 2 members from a group I'm associated with will bail out. Go figure.
Tonight we talked about getting hammered, which never really came to fruition. Monica said to give her a call, which I tried with no prevail. I also tried with Fro, who said he wasn't really digging the idea now.
It's whatever though.
You move on and find other things to amuse yourself.
If that doesn't happen, then you go to your basement and make a shot 3/4 whiskey and 1/4 nyquil and begin to chill.
I don't really blame ANYONE who bails out of plans, I usually blame myself.
It's some weird inferiority complex that I don't think I'll ever get rid of.
1. I just don't blame anyone who doesn't want to hang out with me, because I don't think I'd enjoy hanging out with me.
2. I have an insane anxiety and guilt complex. It's horrible, I'm always worried about if my friends are actually my friends.
Maybe I shouldn't be writing right now.
Fuck it, fuck it deck.
- Josh
As this boring night ends, I kinda like to think about how plans never really seem to work out.
It seems like at least one person bails out of a plan and kinda fucks with the logistics of it. It's weird, even something as simple and silly as drinking- usually 1 or 2 members from a group I'm associated with will bail out. Go figure.
Tonight we talked about getting hammered, which never really came to fruition. Monica said to give her a call, which I tried with no prevail. I also tried with Fro, who said he wasn't really digging the idea now.
It's whatever though.
You move on and find other things to amuse yourself.
If that doesn't happen, then you go to your basement and make a shot 3/4 whiskey and 1/4 nyquil and begin to chill.
I don't really blame ANYONE who bails out of plans, I usually blame myself.
It's some weird inferiority complex that I don't think I'll ever get rid of.
1. I just don't blame anyone who doesn't want to hang out with me, because I don't think I'd enjoy hanging out with me.
2. I have an insane anxiety and guilt complex. It's horrible, I'm always worried about if my friends are actually my friends.
Maybe I shouldn't be writing right now.
Fuck it, fuck it deck.
- Josh
Monday, September 8, 2008
Second Draft
I know I haven't really posted in a few days- and it's mostly because nothing interesting has really happened. The past few days I've kinda just been kicking it around the house and hanging out with my usual friends.
I have a new project though- every day (starting yesterday) I see Fro- something random will be placed in his car. Yesterday is was a Taco Bell tray- today, I have it ready- and it'll be interesting.
This weekend- not too much I don't think. Possible consumption of illicit substances, otherwise- same old same old. My "new" blog "The Analog Clarity" will hopefully start with some full reviews soon.
I've got a list of records to listen to, but since school is back in- it's hard to find the time away from Super Nintendo Video Games and my examination of my own used prophylactics to actually do anything worthwhile.
Something interesting!
I have this mini-USB drive that I stored all of my stencils, pictures, drawings, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, all of my writings. Every short story I've ever came up with. Every movie outline I've ever conjured. Every idea I've ever fucking had is on the USB drive... and the drive died on me. Everything is lost. Everything. Not just one or two things... EVERYTHING. and ENTIRE fucking script is gone. A script that I was hoping would be my first film, is down the shitter. It's fine though. I really liked the story I came up with though. It was... different, it was me. Oh well. Maybe I'll just consider this a second draft.
- Josh.
I have a new project though- every day (starting yesterday) I see Fro- something random will be placed in his car. Yesterday is was a Taco Bell tray- today, I have it ready- and it'll be interesting.
This weekend- not too much I don't think. Possible consumption of illicit substances, otherwise- same old same old. My "new" blog "The Analog Clarity" will hopefully start with some full reviews soon.
I've got a list of records to listen to, but since school is back in- it's hard to find the time away from Super Nintendo Video Games and my examination of my own used prophylactics to actually do anything worthwhile.
Something interesting!
I have this mini-USB drive that I stored all of my stencils, pictures, drawings, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, all of my writings. Every short story I've ever came up with. Every movie outline I've ever conjured. Every idea I've ever fucking had is on the USB drive... and the drive died on me. Everything is lost. Everything. Not just one or two things... EVERYTHING. and ENTIRE fucking script is gone. A script that I was hoping would be my first film, is down the shitter. It's fine though. I really liked the story I came up with though. It was... different, it was me. Oh well. Maybe I'll just consider this a second draft.
- Josh.
Friday, September 5, 2008
"I'm an undercover cop" Pt. 2
This is the second part to my previous post in which I had a 20 yr. old arrested for assault and impersonating an officer. If you haven't read it, go ahead and read it here.
At about 8:30 or so the same night I was walking through the park with Robert Bacon and Sam. We were just hanging out, talking. As we were walking past the rest-rooms, I see Nate running from the pavilion with this girl I know named Kara. They're running quite quickly, and I see them head down to the park. I make a call to Cameron, then I run down to the other end of the park, towards where Nate just ran, but I run over to the parking lot. I see Brent and tell him to look behind me (I was facing the direction against Nate, so he couldn't tell that Brent was looking at him). Brent sees him, and then Nate disappears. After about five minutes, Cameron shows up with a truck of people. I spot Nate back towards to rest-rooms, so we head that way. I'm heading this group with Dom and Tommy, and I look back and we have a group larger than the last time, We have about 30 angry kids. The second we get up near the rest-rooms and stuff, 3 carsful of our supporters show up- and then Dom brings something to my attention- he and a few other people distinctly heard Nate go "I'll be back up here at 9- swingin' at anyone", which I told everyone I wasn't going to fight a single person. We spot his car in the parking lot, and after I see the front view- it's undoubtedly his.
We all kinda hang out for about 20 minutes or so- then I call a friend who has Kara's number. I get Kara's number, block it- and then Brent speaks to Nate over the phone. He tells Nate that we're waiting and this stuff, it was horrible. After tons of people are just talking shit about how "They're gonna destroy him", I see him. He's talking to a group of people holding this large book-like thing. It looks like a petition, because he's stopping everyone and asking them to sign... so that was my main concern. As he runs to his car with Kara, avoiding all of our group- people just yell at him. They call him "a fucking bitch", "fucking faggot", "you don't push one of our friends around and not get kicked in", it was weird stuff man. All of these people concerned over the fact that I got pushed, haha. I didn't even really care- I got him arrested, my fun was done.
It gets better though, don't worry.
When Nate bailed out, Steven told us that he knows where Nate lives. Yeah, you know where this is going. Cameron, Dom, Ryan and I drive by and see his car, and that it's Nate's house. After that, we go back to the park and we have three car-loads of people ready. As we drive by, people shout obscenities, in which Nate's father walks out of this house. For some reason, we're stopped at the sign- while the dad is coming out of the house staring at us, so I say "FUCK THIS", and I jump out and start running. I make it out to Warren Ravenna road in RECORD time and Steven drives by with Dom shouting "Get the fuck in man", I get in and Steven goes "What the fuck, no offense- but for a big guy, you can fucking run!", and then we head back to the park. We slowly unwind, and then I just head out towards home.
It was a pretty interesting day, to say the least. I'm amazed at how angry people are though. I only went with them because I was curious and I wanted to document it all. I just can't see what makes people so angry at a guy who pushes some minor. Sure, the guy was a fucking moron... but it wasn't that big of a deal, not to me at least. Regardless, I will continue to put myself in these situations because it makes interesting writings.
- Josh.
At about 8:30 or so the same night I was walking through the park with Robert Bacon and Sam. We were just hanging out, talking. As we were walking past the rest-rooms, I see Nate running from the pavilion with this girl I know named Kara. They're running quite quickly, and I see them head down to the park. I make a call to Cameron, then I run down to the other end of the park, towards where Nate just ran, but I run over to the parking lot. I see Brent and tell him to look behind me (I was facing the direction against Nate, so he couldn't tell that Brent was looking at him). Brent sees him, and then Nate disappears. After about five minutes, Cameron shows up with a truck of people. I spot Nate back towards to rest-rooms, so we head that way. I'm heading this group with Dom and Tommy, and I look back and we have a group larger than the last time, We have about 30 angry kids. The second we get up near the rest-rooms and stuff, 3 carsful of our supporters show up- and then Dom brings something to my attention- he and a few other people distinctly heard Nate go "I'll be back up here at 9- swingin' at anyone", which I told everyone I wasn't going to fight a single person. We spot his car in the parking lot, and after I see the front view- it's undoubtedly his.
We all kinda hang out for about 20 minutes or so- then I call a friend who has Kara's number. I get Kara's number, block it- and then Brent speaks to Nate over the phone. He tells Nate that we're waiting and this stuff, it was horrible. After tons of people are just talking shit about how "They're gonna destroy him", I see him. He's talking to a group of people holding this large book-like thing. It looks like a petition, because he's stopping everyone and asking them to sign... so that was my main concern. As he runs to his car with Kara, avoiding all of our group- people just yell at him. They call him "a fucking bitch", "fucking faggot", "you don't push one of our friends around and not get kicked in", it was weird stuff man. All of these people concerned over the fact that I got pushed, haha. I didn't even really care- I got him arrested, my fun was done.
It gets better though, don't worry.
When Nate bailed out, Steven told us that he knows where Nate lives. Yeah, you know where this is going. Cameron, Dom, Ryan and I drive by and see his car, and that it's Nate's house. After that, we go back to the park and we have three car-loads of people ready. As we drive by, people shout obscenities, in which Nate's father walks out of this house. For some reason, we're stopped at the sign- while the dad is coming out of the house staring at us, so I say "FUCK THIS", and I jump out and start running. I make it out to Warren Ravenna road in RECORD time and Steven drives by with Dom shouting "Get the fuck in man", I get in and Steven goes "What the fuck, no offense- but for a big guy, you can fucking run!", and then we head back to the park. We slowly unwind, and then I just head out towards home.
It was a pretty interesting day, to say the least. I'm amazed at how angry people are though. I only went with them because I was curious and I wanted to document it all. I just can't see what makes people so angry at a guy who pushes some minor. Sure, the guy was a fucking moron... but it wasn't that big of a deal, not to me at least. Regardless, I will continue to put myself in these situations because it makes interesting writings.
- Josh.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
"I'm an undercover cop" Pt. 1
So, at an unusual circumstance... I got someone arrested.
That's right, my anti-authoritarian, Against Me! loving ass got someone arrested.
I was on my way to the park, and as I'm crossing the street- a gray car pulls into the EXIT side of the park and begins to go through. The closer I get, I hear Rusty (AKA: you don't fuck with Rusty) yelling at the top of his lungs yelling "GET BACK HERE MOTHERFUCKER". When I ask what happened, that gray car seemed to almost collide with Rusty as he drove through the "ENTER" side and as he almost collided- the guy flipped fof Rusty. A littler later, as we're all hanging out at the picnic tables closest to the playground portion of the park, the cops show up (though not surprisingly). When the cops arrive, the guy who almost hit Rusty, (Nate) walks around the side of the concession stand towards the cop car. Nate talks to the cop for about ten minutes before the cops drive away.
Before I go much farther- it must be explained that this fellow Nate has fucked with people for quite a while. He tells people he's an undercover cop and always calls and tips the cops up on us at the skatepark for not having helmets and such. Even people at the table were remarking on how he's claimed to be a cop. This guy is about 20, he's OBVIOUSLY not a fucking cop.
Back to the story; as Nate walks back the way he came, we all start calling him a "NARC" and telling him to "Fuck Off" or "Go Home!". He hears our group of 25 people (no lie) and walks over towards our picnic table. He says "Alright, which one of you wants to say shit to my fucking face?!", I look over at Rusty who is just smoking- and then I step up. I take a few steps towards him, IN THE LEAST AGGRESSIVE MANNER YOU WOULD EVER FUCKING SEE, and he points to me and angrily goes "YOU! GET OVER HERE!", I walk over to him and put my hands up, not in an offensive or defensive way- just my hands by my head. The rage in his eyes is beyond anything I'd ever seen in my entire life. He looks and yells "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO SAY?", I don't really say anything- but I see the anger growing in him, so I smirk a little. He grabs my wrists and pushes me back a good three or four feet. Now I have fun, I yell in his face "YOU JUST HIT A MINOR, I'M 17! NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!", directly after this- he starts looking shocked, but not scared- so Shay gets in his face and screams about he's an ignorant fuck for hitting a minor and how he can hit her and she'll hit him back and kick his ass. He gives her the finger and walks away while everyone yells at him. I ask the crowd if I should call the cops and they go "Fuck yes, he fucking assaulted you.", I ask Rusty and even Rusty approves- so I make the call. They ask the specifics- and then we wait. We see the cops on the other end of the park and then we all run up to that direction.
When we get there, the cop asks us what happened and we all tell him. I start getting in Nate's face, and then we tell the cop about Nate claiming to be a cop and cop looked like he even wanted to beat the fuck out of the guy. Nate all of a sudden goes "YOU GUYS TRIED SELLING MY NEPHEW COCAINE!", I go "What the fuck is your problem? Like anyone here really sells cocaine to little kids.", and the cop essentially lets us argue. We bitch at each other and then the cops take statements from Chris Molina, Rusty and Myself. We give them statements and then we watch as they handcuff and arrest him.
After this, we all stand and talk shit about the situation. I didn't want to hit the guy because I want him to feel some long-term pain for this shit. I'm not a spiteful person, but you just SHOULDN'T impersonate a police officer under ANY circumstance for ANY reason, EVER. The fucking guy just didn't get the hint somehow. I feel bad because something bad will probably happen to him, but he should man the fuck up and not be such a douche-nozzle.
- Josh.
That's right, my anti-authoritarian, Against Me! loving ass got someone arrested.
I was on my way to the park, and as I'm crossing the street- a gray car pulls into the EXIT side of the park and begins to go through. The closer I get, I hear Rusty (AKA: you don't fuck with Rusty) yelling at the top of his lungs yelling "GET BACK HERE MOTHERFUCKER". When I ask what happened, that gray car seemed to almost collide with Rusty as he drove through the "ENTER" side and as he almost collided- the guy flipped fof Rusty. A littler later, as we're all hanging out at the picnic tables closest to the playground portion of the park, the cops show up (though not surprisingly). When the cops arrive, the guy who almost hit Rusty, (Nate) walks around the side of the concession stand towards the cop car. Nate talks to the cop for about ten minutes before the cops drive away.
Before I go much farther- it must be explained that this fellow Nate has fucked with people for quite a while. He tells people he's an undercover cop and always calls and tips the cops up on us at the skatepark for not having helmets and such. Even people at the table were remarking on how he's claimed to be a cop. This guy is about 20, he's OBVIOUSLY not a fucking cop.
Back to the story; as Nate walks back the way he came, we all start calling him a "NARC" and telling him to "Fuck Off" or "Go Home!". He hears our group of 25 people (no lie) and walks over towards our picnic table. He says "Alright, which one of you wants to say shit to my fucking face?!", I look over at Rusty who is just smoking- and then I step up. I take a few steps towards him, IN THE LEAST AGGRESSIVE MANNER YOU WOULD EVER FUCKING SEE, and he points to me and angrily goes "YOU! GET OVER HERE!", I walk over to him and put my hands up, not in an offensive or defensive way- just my hands by my head. The rage in his eyes is beyond anything I'd ever seen in my entire life. He looks and yells "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO SAY?", I don't really say anything- but I see the anger growing in him, so I smirk a little. He grabs my wrists and pushes me back a good three or four feet. Now I have fun, I yell in his face "YOU JUST HIT A MINOR, I'M 17! NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!", directly after this- he starts looking shocked, but not scared- so Shay gets in his face and screams about he's an ignorant fuck for hitting a minor and how he can hit her and she'll hit him back and kick his ass. He gives her the finger and walks away while everyone yells at him. I ask the crowd if I should call the cops and they go "Fuck yes, he fucking assaulted you.", I ask Rusty and even Rusty approves- so I make the call. They ask the specifics- and then we wait. We see the cops on the other end of the park and then we all run up to that direction.
When we get there, the cop asks us what happened and we all tell him. I start getting in Nate's face, and then we tell the cop about Nate claiming to be a cop and cop looked like he even wanted to beat the fuck out of the guy. Nate all of a sudden goes "YOU GUYS TRIED SELLING MY NEPHEW COCAINE!", I go "What the fuck is your problem? Like anyone here really sells cocaine to little kids.", and the cop essentially lets us argue. We bitch at each other and then the cops take statements from Chris Molina, Rusty and Myself. We give them statements and then we watch as they handcuff and arrest him.
After this, we all stand and talk shit about the situation. I didn't want to hit the guy because I want him to feel some long-term pain for this shit. I'm not a spiteful person, but you just SHOULDN'T impersonate a police officer under ANY circumstance for ANY reason, EVER. The fucking guy just didn't get the hint somehow. I feel bad because something bad will probably happen to him, but he should man the fuck up and not be such a douche-nozzle.
- Josh.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Insane Irony
Sometimes, there exists an ironic moment so aptly put, that it can excite, scare, and piss you off. That such moment happened yesterday afternoon.
To fully appreciate the irony of this post, it would be rather wise to go back and read this post.
I spent a nice portion of yesterday afternoon walking around the town with Dustin Underwood (who has been named in two or three previous blogs). We kinda just shared a mutual boredom and talked about everything. Music, Life, Social-State, Hitchhiking, etc... well, while we were sitting underneath a tree at the park talking about music, I got a call from my house. I answered it figuring I'd be getting bitched at for something silly, but no. My grandmother told me that McDonalds called and they wanted to schedule an interview with me. I told my grandmother I'd come home and call them, and then I hung up.
What the fuck man. I haven't even put in an application in two or three months up there. Not only am I surprised (and confused) about that, I'm also angry.
I'm angry because I could probably use a job, but I really hate the idea of swallowing the big of a nut and going to work at that fucking place. It's hard to for me to say. I despise the idea of working for a corporation that I so deeply despise... but I guess I can always follow Dustin's advice that he gave me, he said "You can always quit. Just remember that, it's easy to forget that you can quit.", which is true.
So here I sit. I have an interview in an hour at McDonalds. If I don't get this job, I'll be bummed... but I won't be TOO angry. I think the fact that I'm getting a callback has at least rekindled my interest in attempting to get a job.
Well, here I am. I'm back from the interview. It actually went well, I must say. They want me back for a second interview tomorrow evening. They asked me to bring in a copy of my ID and Social Security card. Which is awesome, Because I lost my wallet!
- Josh
To fully appreciate the irony of this post, it would be rather wise to go back and read this post.
I spent a nice portion of yesterday afternoon walking around the town with Dustin Underwood (who has been named in two or three previous blogs). We kinda just shared a mutual boredom and talked about everything. Music, Life, Social-State, Hitchhiking, etc... well, while we were sitting underneath a tree at the park talking about music, I got a call from my house. I answered it figuring I'd be getting bitched at for something silly, but no. My grandmother told me that McDonalds called and they wanted to schedule an interview with me. I told my grandmother I'd come home and call them, and then I hung up.
What the fuck man. I haven't even put in an application in two or three months up there. Not only am I surprised (and confused) about that, I'm also angry.
I'm angry because I could probably use a job, but I really hate the idea of swallowing the big of a nut and going to work at that fucking place. It's hard to for me to say. I despise the idea of working for a corporation that I so deeply despise... but I guess I can always follow Dustin's advice that he gave me, he said "You can always quit. Just remember that, it's easy to forget that you can quit.", which is true.
So here I sit. I have an interview in an hour at McDonalds. If I don't get this job, I'll be bummed... but I won't be TOO angry. I think the fact that I'm getting a callback has at least rekindled my interest in attempting to get a job.
Well, here I am. I'm back from the interview. It actually went well, I must say. They want me back for a second interview tomorrow evening. They asked me to bring in a copy of my ID and Social Security card. Which is awesome, Because I lost my wallet!
- Josh
Monday, September 1, 2008
Do they just hire failures?
You know, maybe I'm sore because I don't have a job in the booming fast-food enterprises... but I (for some reason) think that the majority of people hired into fast-food joints are complete failures.
I've applied various times at different McDonald's, Arby's, and Subways with no prevail, and so have people I know. The people I know who have applied are probably more qualified than me- but they never get the job either. Most of the time the job is given to some fucking useless, drug ridden, ICP Freak asshole.
Do this sometime. Walk into your closest or more local fast food restaurant. Once you're in there, just look behind the counter. Do you see honest, respecting, friendly, welcoming citizens most of the time?
Fuck no you don't.
You see assholes wearing their McDonalds shirt open, with a dirty wife-beater and four days of growth on their face. It's fucking disgusting. It seems that there is a rather insidious plot to this bullshit.
They hire fucknuggets (more often than not, because I DO know a few people who deserve the jobs that they have) who will probably get caught stealing from the register and blow the majority of their paycheck on the newest pot-strain that has surfaced around town.
Get those scrubby motherfuckers away from my food.
- Josh.
I've applied various times at different McDonald's, Arby's, and Subways with no prevail, and so have people I know. The people I know who have applied are probably more qualified than me- but they never get the job either. Most of the time the job is given to some fucking useless, drug ridden, ICP Freak asshole.
Do this sometime. Walk into your closest or more local fast food restaurant. Once you're in there, just look behind the counter. Do you see honest, respecting, friendly, welcoming citizens most of the time?
Fuck no you don't.
You see assholes wearing their McDonalds shirt open, with a dirty wife-beater and four days of growth on their face. It's fucking disgusting. It seems that there is a rather insidious plot to this bullshit.
They hire fucknuggets (more often than not, because I DO know a few people who deserve the jobs that they have) who will probably get caught stealing from the register and blow the majority of their paycheck on the newest pot-strain that has surfaced around town.
Get those scrubby motherfuckers away from my food.
- Josh.
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