rock over London. rock on, Chicago.

I crossed into Kansas around 7, and I wish I had bought film beforehand, before I left. all sorts of bizarre shit along I70 in Missouri (read: lots of porn shops).
but really, there was a really cool shot right when you cross over into Kansas city KS, from MO. I70 turns south for just a minute. and I was lucky to pass through right at sunset. and the city’s skyline was really lit up for just a moment. of course, no fucking film.

later, I learned through firsthand experience that there is nothing between Topeka and Junction City. at all. not in the dark, at least.
the plain states on the interstate in the dark make for some lonely traveling. and so on cue, Kansas Public Radio’s “Retro Martini Hour” was playing a tribute to the late Martin Denny. made for some interesting mood music.

now, I’m watching WVU lose to Syracuse in the Big East final. my room at the Econolodge smells like the inside of an ass. the bed is hard. and I’ve got to be up early tomorrow, get driving. it’s a big state.

muzak 4 2day: none, bitches! radio!

I kept a “travel journal” of my jaunt through the southwest.
and I’d change the dates so it shows up in my blog in the right chronological order (like I wrote the Denny’s post a week ago, so it would be dated and up a week ago) but that’s just fucking lame.

so here it comes.

keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times. and for fuck’s sake, do not feed the animals. especially anyone from the Navajo nation, or Mike Smith.

Henry Earl – he drives hard, to the motherfucking hole, every time down the court.
bitches.

show some love:
http://www.stupidis.com/henryearl/


mind you, this is over a year old. I’m sure he’s been hard at work on these stats.

I’m in Las Vegas right now.
on Mike’s laptop.
at the Bellagio.
I played .25$ video poker. dropped ten dollars on it. cause the thing is, you get free drinks as long as you’re gambling, or so I’m told.
so, basically, I paid 11 dollars on a fucking Miller Lite. had to tip the bimbo waitress, of course.

I drove an insane amount today. and I saw a ton of shit. some beautiful stuff. I’ll write all about that in a week. until then, I’m using Mike’s hotel guest pass at the hot tub for about three hours tomorrow.

I rule.

ps-Mike Smith gives a shout out to all his homies in C-block still holdin’ it down. you know he’s hard.

two days until blast off. I’m gonna keep a “ship’s log” that somebody will probably dig out of a dumpster behind a 7-Eleven in suburban Flagstaff in three months. last words will read like this:

can’t see the moon anymore. “Sidetrack” says he wants to teach me the “knife game.”
shouldn’t sniff anymore ArmorAll – it fucks with my handwriting…
shit, I have another loose tooth. and not enough plasma to sell. sperm bank it is.

and there’ll be no trace of me, just skin tags hanging off the perforated edges. I just know it.

syke! just kidding, thats not how I want to go. I’m a bad motherfucking baller. you can’t roll on me.

right. anyway, I’d post everything directly to here (because this is the information age, and that’s exciting!) but alas, no internet connection. so I’m going to take a notebook, write down a page or two per night, and try to put it all up verbatim when I get back. maybe I’ll even figure out how to get any pictures I take online.
so. hold on to your shorts, America: you know it’s gonna be banging!

ps – anyone who reads this, and wants an insta-update: call my cell phone, make sure I’m not dead or out of gas or both. and if you don’t know it, then call someone who does and ask for it. ding!

so, my righteous crusade against Matthew Hale hit a speedbump.
looks like white supremacists weren’t involved with the killing of Judge Lefkow’s family.

see, Matt? white supremacists ain’t that bad. hey, come on, buddy. come on, buddy. for all their good ol’ boy, fag bashin’, jew hatin’, declarin’ war on the mud people ways, their still trying to progress the cause of god fearin’ aryan people ever’where. and that there’s kinda progressive! ain’t you a progressive too, Matt?

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A23256-2005Mar10.html

wimmin! always bitching about stuff like “I want my human rights! waah, waah, waah!” well, this’ll show em what we think about international women’s day.

http://news.independent.co.uk/europe/story.jsp?story=617830

I the television video of this a day or two ago, and for some reason it didn’t even click.
I’m so glad I’m a white male living in America. made in the shade, folks, made in the shade.

– “Television images of the protest by about 300 people in Istanbul showed tear gas being sprayed at the eyes of demonstrators and a woman being kicked in the face.”

new favourite White Stripes song:
Ball and Biscuit

if you don’t like it, there’s always the plate full of stink. you can eat it.


It’s quite possible that I’m your third man
But it’s a fact that I’m the seventh son
It was the other two which made me your third
But it was my mother who made me the seventh son
And right now you could care less about me
But soon enough you will care by the time I’m done

(then here, Jack White rips into another sweet motherfucking guitar solo. come get it, punks!)

the contractors told him, “Aslan, homeslice. why you putting a bunker over your house? it might up the real estate value, but it’s not going to stop a crack team of viscious, bloodlusting Russian special forces commandos from storming it and murdering you in it.”
but Aslan ain’t give a fuck.

http://www.nytimes.com/2005/03/08/international/europe/08cnd-chechnya.html

I mean, fuck. he may have been a combatant and fair game, but at least he was a nationalist guerilla leader. and not Shamil Basayev, the other Chechen resistance figurehead, who is totally into wahhabism. now that guy’s the number one motherfucker in charge. and that can’t be good.

christ. today. was a waste. of a day.
but I had fun doing it! shazam!

I woke up around 1 pm. nice job.
then, I cleaned the bathroom while I watched Ohio State gain some self respect and beat Illinois. good for them. at least they have that. as for Illinois, that’s probably for the best. now a lot of the pressure’s gone.
and then, I went fishing at the Monroe reservoir with Dudd, Doug, Phil, and Roger. caught shit.
and then, on the way back, we stopped at White Castle, where I ate entirely too much food. don’t be fooled by small burgers. those little motherfuckers’ll pile up on a homey, and then you’re up shit creek.
I dropped them off at their place, cause I was driving, and then I borrowed about two dozen cds. gotta make tapes, cause spring break’s coming up, and my old tapes are tired.
then, I came home, and seriously played “Civilization 3″ for about six hours. I’m not even kidding, how fucking horrible is that? I had a bunch of Tom Waits and Sam and Dave on winamp, and it played through about a dozen times. I got “Soul Man” coming out my ears.
oh well, though. we all have days like that. I just have to make sure I don’t have too many.

as for the rest of the weekend? I spent saturday on the couch, trying to kill a headache. drugs’ll do that to you, it turns out. surprise! but, I pulled myself together in time, because…
Galia’s performance was last night, and it was banging, just like I expected it to be. you know, (and this is going to sound horrible, so just go on and eat a plate full of stink if you can’t handle it) but Galia at times may come across as a little, just a little shallow and vacant. at times.
but then she pulls some shit like this, and it shows you she’s putting a whole lot more fucking thought into what she’s doing with her life than she lets on. I swear, she leads a double life. the girl’s got chops, fo sho.

and to end, I think I see what Hunter S Thompson was doing, what with the heavy mind altering drug use and writing combination. I don’t think I could ever have the clarity for that, but it seems like a good idea.