October 21^st, 2004
SJ, CA

October 16^th, 2004

Coming to you fueled with Vodka-based beverages, straight outta LoCash. Hanging with Bert and Niko. They are drinking Hamm's, which is some Milwaukee-sounding ass beer. I am not partaking in that. After a couple of bloody marys at The Bank (isn't bloody mary an insult to people that think that Mary is the mother of Jesus as in Jesus the only son of God? I always wondered about that), I have had 2 vodka tonics and now I am on my second greyhound (Lovey's favorite drink--merits mentioning). Niko just put a big fatass homemade enchilada in front of me so I am gonna momentarily step away from the computer.
*Much Later*
OK, I'm back y'all. Al Rock is in the house neow too. The enchiladas were proper. Another drink is underway. From Bert and Nick's backyard there is the most charming looking singular palm tree off in the distance. But I digress. Al just got back from France and was talking about stuff and was talking about Foie Gras (remember when I called vegetarian foie gras faux gras?), and I asked him if he had seared foie gras. Bert was all, "I think the college Justin would beat the shit out of modern day Justin." Everyone laughed. Al said, "Whopper." Then Bert was all, "heavy mayo," which actually made me happy cuz I am a stickler for the code for how the establishment references an order (they don't say "extra," they say "heavy." Also, just to clue you in, college Justin was poor and knew no finer meal than Sizzler all-you-can-eat-shrimp, so he ate hella 99 cent Whoppers with cheese (especially when he could scoop avocado from nearby Togos, subsidized style) and a whole shitload of burritos. Shit, cousin, the old Mr. Justin would even double up on burritos from time to time (that is, he, er, I, ate 2 burritos in a single day not a single sitting)). Aaaaaaah, too drunk to keep track of how many parantheses I am on right now...that reminds me, also, of how when I was in college I used to order quesadillas and wrap them around my super burritos=extra extra cheese=go the grouse).
So all that happened and we were all entertained by it. Am I still writing? I guess so. I have to BART all the way home tonight and I have neither reading material nor my Discman. And this brings up another bitter issue for me--now that we are being honest. Do you see how many pudwhacks have IPODs? I hate those yuppy cumsicles. Let me tell you, I am so much more deserving of an IPOD than all of them. But see, Mr. Justin hasn't even had a job for the last year and a half so he can't afford no IPOD. But the other thing is, do you see how wuss the people are out there that rock the IPODs? Scrawny little bitches. I figure I could just follow one of those fools down to an isolated street and then sock them in the face and just take they shit. Shit, fool, I'm gonna do that. OK, well this is quickly disintegrating into a topic associated spiel. And everyone is talking about worms and weird shit in the background. So that is throwing off my focus (Oi, focus). OK, writing right now is way easier than reading what I have already written so I should probably stop. PS Alex, an optimistic Warrior fan, just said, "You know that tall, White Euro that the Warriors drafted? I think he is gonna be a baller." It's a great time out.