Something Like Ridiculous:

A friend from California suggested that I go to the Alligator Lounge in Williamsburg, said he thought I'd really like it. Sean, if you're reading this, you don't know what the hell you're talking about. The most California-riffic bar I've been to thus far. Place looked like a goddamned nursery school laden with baby-faced pseudo-hipsters and those other fucking idiots with plugs in their ears and '80s bicycle hats (you know, the kind that resemble a yarmulke (silly little Jewish hat) only neon-colored cotton with a flimsy little bill usually bent vertically- or a welder's cap sized for an infant- you get the picture) when suddenly one of the toddlers threw a rich-kid hissy fit temper tantrum and broke his pint glass over some geeky looking emo-kid's face and stormed out of the room. Watched the poor son-of-a-bitch just stand there, eyes welling up at this point, completely dumbfounded. If it were you don't you think you'd do a little something about it? Well, he ended up going away in an ambulance. Nearly everybody in the bar tracked blood across the floor while the barkeep took his merry time wiping up the mess by hand with paper towels. You'd think they'd have a mop. Don't know if they apprehended the perpetrator or not- seemed as if the cops were too focused on the free pizza.

After leaving the Alligator I meandered over to the Charleston to see what was happening there. Not much difference, only slightly better music and much more filthy. Shitty two-piece playing in the basement- I recall a rendition of "Territorial Pissings." Could only stand observing them for about 15 seconds; they just looked like fucking idiots. When it comes to enjoying a live band I'm very particular about everything. I expect people to know what they are doing. I can't stand it when a drummer sets his kit up like a fucking idiot. You maybe wondering, who am I to judge, what the hell do you know? I don't care who you are, exaggerated high-placed cymbals and dramatically low set throne and snare looks stupid and are just plain ridiculous. Do you think that looks cool? Plus they were just boring, not to mention the fact they opened with a tremendously drawn out song ending with a excruciatingly drawn out crescendo into nearly 30 seconds of dead time before they came in with the next song. You just don't do that. Honestly, I don't really give a shit about any of this.

Finally Alex and Jamie came and rescued me from my night of wandering loneliness and took me to a semi-raging rooftop party, can't recall where. We were there maybe 45 minutes before the cops stormed the roof and sent us all on our way. Ended up going to the Levee bar where they shell out beer-koozies with every PBR.

Stuck inside the apartment for the moment

Well I'm home alone without keys. For some reason Erin took hers to the tree-house in Savannah, GA, where she'll be 'til next week and Jamie made it a point to have her keys with her tonight- I don't understand these things! Wasn't really planning on being out late tonight, but now I can't even go to the bodega on the corner to buy paper-towels so I can drain my tofu without locking myself out of the building. Guess I'll use toilette paper instead. I'll have a key to the building as soon as Dan moves out, which is another thing- he has his own room but for some reason has commandeered Erin's desk and put the Kitchen table in his bedroom (our kitchen table is only 1.5'x2' but what difference does that make?). Discovered his discarded button-down shirt on the stove-top just now when I was getting some water. Who does that?

New York

New York, borne of ineluctable fate, a wanderlust has brought me to you! Watch over me and guide me freely through your many ravenous city streets. Your surface-area merely medication for my manic compulsion to wander- Insatiable desire to rove about finally cured? Hardly.

If you wander around long enough you eventually end up someplace worth staying awhile. But remember: Where ever you go, there you are. Wear-out your welcome.

Don't be mad when you come home from work- I ate all of your food

I'm getting a job as soon as I can, I promise. I won't be sleeping on your bed for too much longer now, I promise. I'll cook and clean and do your laundry and dirty dishes and take the trash out and feed the cats, I promise.