the Padres won, happy Easter!
just watched “A Scanner Darkly” with the Gregster. I think I’m going to go jump off a bridge now. all of Philip Dick’s shit is so dystopian. it makes recreational drug use seem like such a drag.
something’s screaching outside my window, down the street. could be a dog. could be someone peeling out of the trucker motel on the other side of the block. a wonderful little slice of America, El Centro Avenue is. definitely a trip.
for instance: my neighbors like to bump gangsta rap in the parking lot on the most odd evenings. could be Wednesday, could be Saturday. the guy who lives there looks like a thug. tattooed up and down both arms, always wearing a wife-beater and slippers, shaved head; total cholo. the rap is the usual generic scarface-worshipping bullshit, and the best thing about it is he’s got his kids riding around on tricycles while he pumps it out of his dropped Altima. way to ride, jackass.
I celebrated Easter by going to a Padres game on sunday with your boy Greg. bought tickets off a scalper and sat in the upper deck. the beer and hot dogs cost more than the admission, but it was an alright time; home team won in the 10th after Gary’s favorite son, LaTroy Hawkins, gave up a triple and a single to right. you know LaTroy is repping the G.I., baby.
went up to La Jolla to fuck around afterward. I’d never been to La Jolla before, but apparently UCSD is around there somewhere. didn’t see it. the town is right on the water, and though it was overcast, it was very pretty. I’m not sure how true it is, but La Jolla seems like one of those pockets of exuberant wealth among an already wealthy area. a sample of the cars parked on the street would go something like this: Beemer, Benz, European sports car I’ve never heard of, Benz, Benz, the 87 Civic that belongs to the Mexican who washes dishes at one of the waterfront trattorias, Benz, Benz, Beemer, and the grimy pick-up with a rank bathroom mat in its bed. that last one belongs to me.
so happy Easter. San Diego is an interesting place.
Bjork has a new album coming out. don’t shit your pants, everybody, I’ll buy it and let you know how it is.
I got nods back from a paper in Decatur, Il, and Charlottesville, VA. both of which would be tight; Charlottesville is a college town. I don’t think it’s a college town in the way that Bloomington or Champagne or West Lafayette is a college town, but I think it would be a cool place to live for a little while. also, the Michigan City paper is looking for a copy editor. fuck, I didn’t even know anyone in Michigan City knew how to read.
i popped a zit so large on my back this morning that it left a large stain between my shoulder blades on my shirt. a reddish color. like when you’re still spotting after your period and it gets on your panties. and after a few washes it’s still there.
I’m calling bullshit. if you popped it this morning, how did you manage to wash it a few times already? anyway, you can’t scare me with your bacne stories, asshole. I’ve heard them all.
to wit: I’ve got one that I think actually might be a fucking cyst, man.
addendum: neither of us have girlfriends. how is this possible?
So you went to La Jolla and missed UCSD, huh? It only makes up half of La Jolla, crazy.
You probably were in Downtown La Jolla area. The cars you listed? Sounds about right. Next time go to Del Mar or Torrey Pines. MUCH better places and not as snobby as La Jolla.
you’re an idiot. english classes should have taught you that “it” in a ‘few washes it’s still there’ is a reference to the it in the previous sentence which was serving as a simile for description of the first sentence.
i mean hello?
i have no idea why we don’t have girlfriends.
I thought about that after I typed that in there, and have prepared a response.
if that were foolproof, then those two phrases would have been in one sentence. instead, you introduce the idea that they’re two separate thoughts by putting a period right in the middle. we move from an example right back to reality. so work on your syntax, asshole.
and yeah, I’ll try one of those beaches next time, Ashley, on your advice.
mark it down, october 5th.
I have friends in Charlotteville who owe me. Let me know if you need a place to stay.
Love, Toejam
p.s. – I’m going to India for work in June.
wait, what?
That was a little unclear – if you need a place to stay while visiting Charlottesville, let me know. I don’t think you can stay there permanently.
I meant the going to India part, man. for how long?