on the wagon.

so. i missed the wedding sunday(see prior post), but ended up going to the chat room about midnight. had a couple of the tastiest manhattans in town, and a couple of beers (not to mention the better part of a bottle of wine and four modelos at home before that). i woke up yesterday with nice pain in my throat that connected to my ear. i had to work also.

my good friend jole had mentioned to me that he had a stash of mexican amoxicillan from a fairly recent trip across the border. as you can probably guess, the antibiotics were not the intent of going to a mexican pharmacy, but a nice bonus. i had jole bring said pills to my work along with dosage instructions pulled from the web. i remember several people telling me not to drink while on antibiotics. while this is somewhat of a bummer, it really is the best thing for me right now (see prior post). i really want to knock out this infection quickly, and i need to focus on getting moved as well, so i have decided to stop drinking for 10 days.

that being said, sleep was hell. i did quite a bit of packing, until i ran out of boxes (anybody got any boxes?). then laid down around 11, took a melatonin, and watch episodes of simpsons, robot chicken, and metalocolypse that were on my ipod. got tired, but not really sleepy. my mind going thru withdrawls is like a hacked furby. i put on donnie darko and dozed thru it. i finally shut the ipod off and tried to make myself sleep.

when i finally did, i had awful dreams. i dreamt i was on a bus and i saw my friend chuck in the street. i got off the bus to greet him. when i tried to ride my bike along side of him, the geometry of the bike was all off, and my headlight would not stay on, and my handlebar tape unraveled. the bar tape dream is becoming rather consistent. what does it mean!!!???

then, in a later dream, i was sleeping in a grocery store that was closed for the day on a shitty mattress on the floor (much like my current sleeping quarters, 'cept for the grocery store part). an acquaintance of mine, sarah how lives in austin laid down with me and we made out. all the sudden, we were at a party making out. she told me i tasted like vinegar. she had come to visit with a guy from austin. she was curious as to why i had not asked the nature of their relationship, so i asked. she then told me they were involved, but he was too young. we continued to make out, but she stopped cuz she saw the guy. i took off, but it was too late. he rounded the corner with a bunch of his cronies and said "hey jack!" i stopped and he crushed an egg on my head and pushed my away. said some threatening words, then spun around and walked off. at this point it starts to pour. i get on a bus, after putting my bike on the front rack. the rain had washed the egg out mostly, so that was cool. as i was getting off the bus, i realized, it is in fact raining cats and dogs, and i don't particularly want to ride in such rain. i ask one on the bus drivers (yes there were two) for a transfer. she yells at me telling me she already gave me one. i didn't recall asking for one, so i argue that she did not. she calls me a liar and tells me to get off the bus. so call a her some nasty name, and she
tells me to fuck off. we exchange further jabs, and i exit the bus. i start digging in my pockets, getting soaked and i found a transfer. as i turn and yell "i found it you cunt!" i made the horrible realization that i did not have my bike, and it was no longer on the rack of the bus. it was nowhere to be found. i made a full on sprint for the bus that was starting to pull off. i was standing in front of it, waving my arms and screaming at the top of my lungs to fucking stop, and asking where is my bike?!! they don't stop so i jump onto the front mounted bike rack, and they continue to drive with me on the front of the moving bus. they tell me to come to the station at 8 to ask about it. i reply i can't cuz i work, so they just shrug and smirk at me.they finally slowed down enough for me to jump off of the bus, and sped away. i was left alone and bikeless in the pouring rain, late for work.

it was at this point, i made myself wake up, and i was overjoyed that it was all a dream.

points of the story: a) melatonin gives you fucked up dreams
b) don't fuck with bus drivers.

we'll see how tonight goes with the boozeless sleep.

off to work for now though.


if you have boxes for me, put them on my porch.

kisses and bruises.

wall of sound festival 2007

so yesterday. got up around 10:30, with a nasty hangover, which seems to be trend lately, more so than the usual. rowdy rode over about 11. whilst i was getting ready to go, rowdy noticed that i had a flat tire on the front of my bike. blarg! ran it down to panther city bikes to buy a tube. they were awesome enough to let us put it on ourselves and use their pump (i need to buy one of them things soon). we headed down town to starbucks to get coffee, and to rowdy's bank so he could get cash. we then headed down 7th st. to get on the trinity trails and took them into northside. we got off the trails and made a b-line for the nearest taqueria. it was a tiny little whole in the wall with 99cent tacos. the carnitas needed salt, but the pastor was delish. washed those down w/ the always tasty bottles of mexican coke (no corn syrup!!), and rolled south to lagrave field. we locked up and went into the fest that was already under way. it was hot as fuck out, and rowdy was not feeling so hot. the tacos were not sitting well with him. we sat in the shade and listened to the burning hotels. we broke down and bought a couple o' plastic bottles of coors original, and head with our pal delaney to watch this white rapper astronautalis on the third stage. he was hit or miss. his freestyle skills kinda sucked. we decided to duck out for a bit, and find a bar to drink for cheaper (the least expensive beer was 4.50!!) we rode up north main into the stockyards. stockyard drinking on the weekends is excellent people watching. we slipped into the white elephant and ordered a couple of shiner lights. there was a guy playing acoustic guitar and singing covers (cleverly changing up lyrics,"i shot a man in waco, just to watch him die....cuz he was from waco.") we drank and talked, had another beer, and decided to head back. we took the trails back this time to avoid redneck motorists, but got a major head wind. ugh. got back around four, bout the time black tie dynasty was going on, but i went over to the third stage to check out the lymbic system. those guys were my favorite of the day. just two guys, one drummer, one keyboardist. rowdy had taken off to find whitney and her friend avery and finally re-emerged. at this point, i was bent on going to a liquor store to get a pint of whiskey to sneak in (they were not checking bags at all!) we hung out for a bit before we decided to go to a bar for cheap beers. whitney drove as rowdy directed us into cowtown, but realized the parking situation was a fucking joke (god bless bicycles!!). rowdy gave sorry directions and finally we went to fuzzy's taco shop, the one not in tcu area. i had a taco and 2 scooners of shiner. we wrapped that up, and we found a liquor store, where this old timer sold me a pint of jim beam, and a quart of budweiser for rowdy to sneak in too. i forgot to get a bottle coke for chasing, so we stopped at a convenience store. i had to buy rowdy some advil and pepto tablets (he was sick and whiny all day, bless his heart). we went back to the fest. it was this stoner rock band om playing when we arrived, it was this stoner rock band the sword playing when we had left for our previous adventure. i hate stoner rock. sat that out and swigged whiskey. met up with drew.

(scene missing)


walked around, sharing my jim beam with friends. really had kinda stopped watching bands as my attention span slipped, and just drank and schmoozed with people. as the sun began to sink into the horizon, it became wonderful out. it had been a pretty fucking hot day. just as the sun went down, the better of the acts began to play. but of course, i had gotten too drunk to enjoy them. i mostly just sat on the lawn and drank. the music was good, but most of time i was unaware of who was playing. drew had acquired some saki in a plastic bottle somehow that he shared with me. according to rowdy, i tried to make out with whitney as she left. i don't recall this. i bummed a smoke off a 16 year old in exchange for a swig off of my bottle. i later sat with her and friend of the same age who pointed out to me how fucking wasted i was. ugh. i was that guy. drunk and bumming smokes off of teenagers. kill me. it was finally after they went away, i began to pass out on the lawn.i then realized, this is not the best idea i have ever had, probably a better idea than hitting on 16 year old girls and feeding them whiskey, but still rather unwise. so i picked myself up, headed out the gate, unlocked my bike and walked it up to the top of the levee behind the stage to watch explosions in the sky's set by myself. it was a pretty awesome. i wonder if any one saw me peeing on the hill? i started drunk texting my friend nancy, also a bad idea. she said she wanted to hang out, so as soon as explosions departed the stage and it was apparent there was to be no encore, i got on my bike and took the trails toward home. i stayed on my bike the whole time, which is surprising. as soon as i got to university park village, i thought about going to jack in the box for drunk dining. at that moment, i ran into this kat micah, who used to date olivia, and rides a fixie too. i asked him if jack in the box dining room is open, he says no, but that whataburger is. i turn around and go back up vickery to eat there, and we ride together for a bit since it was on his way. i go to whataburger which is overrun by pre-tcu grunion fucks, who inevitably snicker and whisper about me. i got my food to go, and came very close to hucking my full coke at a group of shaggy haired, polo wearing, truck driving, rich boy cunts, but my better judgement came to save the day once more. i rode back down vickery, stopped on the curb to scarf my burger and fries. i left my trash in the street, which i still feel bad about. i hope a gta ate my fries. i made it home, stripped to my skivvies, and laid down. nancy was on her way over, but i was wasted.....so wasted. i answered the door in my undies(briefs, not boxers), and laid on the porch couch as we smoked menthols and talked about i don't remember what. she left and i passed out.

woke up today with an awful ache in my head. the right side of my face hurts. i am pretty sure i have an ear infection. it is even making my hair hurt. went to haltom city with jole for pho,spring rolls,and boba tea. then we went to thrift town, saw nothing good, so promptly left. made him take me to performance bikes so i could look for a hat, but saw none. then one to bikes inc. for the same purpose, and found it!



went to fiesta and i bought:
1 roll packing tape
1 package frozen tilapia
1 bottle mexican coke
1 lemon

went to the dollar store, bought nothing.

my intent was to go to britt and lindsey's wedding at four, but feel too bad to go. plus, ramsey would appreciate me staying the fuck away from him with a possible ear infection. congrats you kids. i am sure i am missing a grand party.

i am hermitting today.