Thursday, November 24, 2005
I hate Herman’s Hideaway
It’s three blocks away
They play that butt rock music
They know how to abuse it
Lyrics from my song social acceptable sounds song…”Man he’s even more punk than me.”
Tonight my exhausted body is perched flimsily on this puke orange vintage chair of mine. I prize scouted on that fine internet board called Craig’s list. I paid $10 big ones for it but the comfort and like night blogging this vibrant chair with two front wheels it truly priceless…No I didn’t use MasterCard for the purchase. This past week has been shot full of every roller coaster ride a person could expect. An old friend sent me an internet apology, The Gouts jammed, I celebrated a birthday of a co-worker, I got whisked away to the emergency room where cat scans and pain killers flowed freely, I found out about a new Wal-Mart in A-Town that is run off of a windmill??? It uses solar panels and some of it was built out of recycled material. It’s funny because Michael Medved is a conservative talk show host I try to listen to whenever I get the chance and he admitted that Wal-Mart would do better with our educational funds than the government. Something I cynically suggested in a previous blog…so that’s the synchronicity for the week…It’s strange how people could be such exact opposites. Tonight I went to see a band made up of some lame people in from my lame high school. Yet the damn Herman’s Hideaway was packed. The same popular kids 8 years ago are still plowing away with the spot light today…and playing absolutely horrible music I might add. I walked out of that old brick bar on heading south on Broadway and I realized all those people are doing exactly what I wish I was doing and I don’t’ get it. My old best friend was there with his cousin and she came up to me tonight to say hi because she had a crush on my years ago…But now??? Tonight I feel like some 24 year-old washed up antisocial nitwit. I guess the whole reggae rock thing is not my thing. But as I headed toward my house in the night I looked at the moon and realized…God what am I doing in this life…I got to get my shit together. I guess it’s a little more difficult for me because I’m not part of the 90210 post college years like my fellow Thunderbirds…but I do live in 80210 and I have a voice and ….God forget it…who am I kidding??? I’ll always be an outsider.
It’s three blocks away
They play that butt rock music
They know how to abuse it
Lyrics from my song social acceptable sounds song…”Man he’s even more punk than me.”
Tonight my exhausted body is perched flimsily on this puke orange vintage chair of mine. I prize scouted on that fine internet board called Craig’s list. I paid $10 big ones for it but the comfort and like night blogging this vibrant chair with two front wheels it truly priceless…No I didn’t use MasterCard for the purchase. This past week has been shot full of every roller coaster ride a person could expect. An old friend sent me an internet apology, The Gouts jammed, I celebrated a birthday of a co-worker, I got whisked away to the emergency room where cat scans and pain killers flowed freely, I found out about a new Wal-Mart in A-Town that is run off of a windmill??? It uses solar panels and some of it was built out of recycled material. It’s funny because Michael Medved is a conservative talk show host I try to listen to whenever I get the chance and he admitted that Wal-Mart would do better with our educational funds than the government. Something I cynically suggested in a previous blog…so that’s the synchronicity for the week…It’s strange how people could be such exact opposites. Tonight I went to see a band made up of some lame people in from my lame high school. Yet the damn Herman’s Hideaway was packed. The same popular kids 8 years ago are still plowing away with the spot light today…and playing absolutely horrible music I might add. I walked out of that old brick bar on heading south on Broadway and I realized all those people are doing exactly what I wish I was doing and I don’t’ get it. My old best friend was there with his cousin and she came up to me tonight to say hi because she had a crush on my years ago…But now??? Tonight I feel like some 24 year-old washed up antisocial nitwit. I guess the whole reggae rock thing is not my thing. But as I headed toward my house in the night I looked at the moon and realized…God what am I doing in this life…I got to get my shit together. I guess it’s a little more difficult for me because I’m not part of the 90210 post college years like my fellow Thunderbirds…but I do live in 80210 and I have a voice and ….God forget it…who am I kidding??? I’ll always be an outsider.
# posted by Nick D @ 1:01 AM 
