Wednesday, December 29, 2004
SOUTHWEST AIRLINES...
Oh, don't even make me go there...
I will blog more when I have the energy to write about this trip from hell...
Tomorrow...
Until then, adieu...
Oh, don't even make me go there...
I will blog more when I have the energy to write about this trip from hell...
Tomorrow...
Until then, adieu...
Sunday, December 26, 2004
One more song about that damn gypsy...Man, I gotta find this guy...
FIRE ESCAPE
On the fire escape
The building goes up in flames
I would try to jump,
But I know my feet are stuck
I couldn't get away
Even if I tried
I wouldn't get away
Cause you're still inside
I know I need to cool off now
But I don't want to cool off just now cause
OOH...I KIND OF LIKE THE HEAT
OOH...NOW QUITE SURE WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME
OOH...I GOT TOO CLOSE TO THE FIRE...
AND NOW, I...CAN'T BREAK AWAY
On the fire escape
One look is all it takes
I would try to resist
But now, I know what I would miss
I wasn't fast enough
To pull away unscathed
You got just close enough
To make sure an impression was made
I need a cool shower jet
But I don't want to cool down just yet cause...
OOH...I KIND OF LIKE THE HEAT
OOH...NOT QUITE SURE WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME
OOH...I GOT TOO CLOSE TO THE FIRE
AND NOW I..CAN'T BREAK AWAY
Oh, you scald me
You've drawn me in so close that there is no return
Oh you scorch me
But I kind of like the way it burns...
On the fire escape
Please don't pull away
I would stand here with you
Forever in flames
I don't need a cool love right now
No, I need your true love right now cause...
OOH...I KIND OF LIKE THE HEAT
OOH...NOT QUITE SURE WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME
OOH...I GOT TOO CLOSE TO YOUR FIRE
AND NOW I...CAN'T BREAK AWAY...
FIRE ESCAPE
On the fire escape
The building goes up in flames
I would try to jump,
But I know my feet are stuck
I couldn't get away
Even if I tried
I wouldn't get away
Cause you're still inside
I know I need to cool off now
But I don't want to cool off just now cause
OOH...I KIND OF LIKE THE HEAT
OOH...NOW QUITE SURE WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME
OOH...I GOT TOO CLOSE TO THE FIRE...
AND NOW, I...CAN'T BREAK AWAY
On the fire escape
One look is all it takes
I would try to resist
But now, I know what I would miss
I wasn't fast enough
To pull away unscathed
You got just close enough
To make sure an impression was made
I need a cool shower jet
But I don't want to cool down just yet cause...
OOH...I KIND OF LIKE THE HEAT
OOH...NOT QUITE SURE WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME
OOH...I GOT TOO CLOSE TO THE FIRE
AND NOW I..CAN'T BREAK AWAY
Oh, you scald me
You've drawn me in so close that there is no return
Oh you scorch me
But I kind of like the way it burns...
On the fire escape
Please don't pull away
I would stand here with you
Forever in flames
I don't need a cool love right now
No, I need your true love right now cause...
OOH...I KIND OF LIKE THE HEAT
OOH...NOT QUITE SURE WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME
OOH...I GOT TOO CLOSE TO YOUR FIRE
AND NOW I...CAN'T BREAK AWAY...
Thursday, December 23, 2004
I'M OFFENDED
I saw this man today wearing a shirt that said, "Most sports require just one ball. Real sports require two."
I have to say this is one of the more offensive shirts I have seen. Because essentially what he is implying is that any sport that women might play, is not a REAL sport. I beg to differ you fucking, chauvenist pig...
I saw this man today wearing a shirt that said, "Most sports require just one ball. Real sports require two."
I have to say this is one of the more offensive shirts I have seen. Because essentially what he is implying is that any sport that women might play, is not a REAL sport. I beg to differ you fucking, chauvenist pig...
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
I met him on a Monday
By Friday, I was feeling high
He had the look and the personality
I always hoped I'd find
He said the right things in the right way in the right tone
Yeah, his timing was right
We were in touch...we were in step...we were in tune
I was open indescribably wide
Hey, sometimes it just works out that
Way...but that's before I realized I'd been led astray
HE WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
I KNEW THAT THE NIGHT SHE CALLED ME
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
THERE HAD TO BE A CATCH THERE SOMEWHERE
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
WHEN THINGS SEEM TOO PERFECT,
THEY PROBABLY ARE...
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
Fast forward to Sunday
And I was walking on air
That's when his number came up in my cell
I picked up the phone unaware
It was his girlfriend...she was crying...she was angry
She screamed, "What have you done?"
She was frantic...she was facing her worst fear
Finding out she was not the only one
Oh, can't be my fault...I didn't
Know...the asshole was lying to us both
HE WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
I KNEW THAT THE NIGHT SHE CALLED ME
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
THERE HAD TO BE A CATCH THERE SOMEWHERE
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
WHEN THINGS SEEM TOO PERFECT,
THEY PROBABLY ARE...
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
Hey...can't be that easy...it's never that
Way...at least I found out before it was too late
HE WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
NOTHING EVER COMES THAT EASY
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
HE WAS JUST AN ILLUSION
HE WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
WHEN THINGS SEEM TOO RIGHT
THEY'RE USUALLY WRONG...
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
I met him on a Monday
By Friday, I was feeling high
He had the look and the personality
I always hoped I'd find
He said the right things in the right way in the right tone
Yeah, his timing was right
We were in touch...we were in step...we were in tune
I was open indescribably wide
Hey, sometimes it just works out that
Way...but that's before I realized I'd been led astray
HE WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
I KNEW THAT THE NIGHT SHE CALLED ME
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
THERE HAD TO BE A CATCH THERE SOMEWHERE
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
WHEN THINGS SEEM TOO PERFECT,
THEY PROBABLY ARE...
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
Fast forward to Sunday
And I was walking on air
That's when his number came up in my cell
I picked up the phone unaware
It was his girlfriend...she was crying...she was angry
She screamed, "What have you done?"
She was frantic...she was facing her worst fear
Finding out she was not the only one
Oh, can't be my fault...I didn't
Know...the asshole was lying to us both
HE WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
I KNEW THAT THE NIGHT SHE CALLED ME
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
THERE HAD TO BE A CATCH THERE SOMEWHERE
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
WHEN THINGS SEEM TOO PERFECT,
THEY PROBABLY ARE...
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
Hey...can't be that easy...it's never that
Way...at least I found out before it was too late
HE WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
NOTHING EVER COMES THAT EASY
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
HE WAS JUST AN ILLUSION
HE WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
WHEN THINGS SEEM TOO RIGHT
THEY'RE USUALLY WRONG...
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
TRAVEL LOG 12/21/04 LAX to Tampa Intl Airport
LAX Intl Airport
10:30am pst
Ok, so here I am about to lose it completely. Mainly because I have just been treated as a terrorist. My guitar string cutters have just been confiscated and I have been informed that they have now become the property of the United States government. Now, what exacly I could have done with those on this flight, is anyone's guess, but the TSA agents at the security check-point seem to believe they pose some type of threat. Frankly, I think this is because they have no idea what they are in the first place. "They're a tool?" one woman exclaimed incredulously. I tried to explain as patiently as I could that they were for re-stringing a guitar. My explanation fell on deaf ears, however, and I had to surrender my "weapon." At this point I was pretty pissed off and frankly, too exhausted to argue. This is, of course, after I had stood in a line at security that was, literally, 1/2 a mile long and stretched as far as the eye could see down the sidewalk in front of the airport. This is also after I stood in a 30 minute line to dump off my checked luggage, even though I had already checked in on-line at home before leaving today (making me wonder what the point of the on-line check-in even is). This is also after I wandered madly around the airport for 15 minutes and could not find a single cold (or even cool) bottled beverage (even the bottled water was room-temp). Now, I am sitting waiting for this god-forsaken flight to take off to god only knows where. They keep saying Austin, TX on the intercom, but both the boarding pass and the itinerary purport this to be a direct flight to Tampa (where it is NOT snowing, contrary to what some might believe). The 12-year-old boy behind me is kicking my seat with no sign of stopping. The woman next to me is jabbering away on her cell phone even though people have repeatedly been told to put their cell phones away (God help us all if they actually make it permissable to use them throughout the duration of the flight as I have heard they are going to do at some future point). There is a woman across the aisle wearing snow boots though this plane is headed no where near anywhere that has any snow. The kid behind me is kicking the seat so hard and is well over the age of knowing better. This may be the flight to end all flights and the one where I really lose it.
10:50am pst
This flight has not yet pushed back from the gate and is now 15 minutes late. Why does it smell like burning rubber in here?
2:10pm cst
All of the seats on Southwest Airlines are made of leather. Now, I morally oppose the use of this much leather, especially when man-made seats are just as comfortable and probably a lot cheaper. As a vegetarian and animal rights activist, I feel that having no possible option but to sit on one of these leather seats is discriminatory. Does this mean that Southwest Airlines discriminates against vegetarians/vegans? I certainly don't want my bare skin touching this seat made out of animal flesh.
Austin Intl Airport
4:35pm cst
We are laid over here in Austin and are not allowed to leave the plane. At least that is what we are told. I think that they just didn't feel like printing out two sets of boarding passes. They are also saying that if you stand up during the head-count and move around the plane, you are going to miss being counted and lose your seat. Well, how is that possible? You are already booked and physically on this plane. They can't kick you off at this point. There was a short span of minutes where you were able to get up and change seats or use the restrooms, but both restrooms are flooded and passengers are not very happy about that. A man wearing a green vest says he cannot understand why we can't just open the emergency exit at the back of the plane and step out onto the jetway to have a quick cigarette.
Tampa Intl Airport
7:02pm est
Arriving in Tampa, I notice that it says, "Southwest Airlines: A Symbol of Freedom" on the side of one of the planes on the jetway. Now, how exactly are those two connected? I don't get it. Freedom to choose your own seats on Southwest? Is that what our founding fathers were talking about?
LAX Intl Airport
10:30am pst
Ok, so here I am about to lose it completely. Mainly because I have just been treated as a terrorist. My guitar string cutters have just been confiscated and I have been informed that they have now become the property of the United States government. Now, what exacly I could have done with those on this flight, is anyone's guess, but the TSA agents at the security check-point seem to believe they pose some type of threat. Frankly, I think this is because they have no idea what they are in the first place. "They're a tool?" one woman exclaimed incredulously. I tried to explain as patiently as I could that they were for re-stringing a guitar. My explanation fell on deaf ears, however, and I had to surrender my "weapon." At this point I was pretty pissed off and frankly, too exhausted to argue. This is, of course, after I had stood in a line at security that was, literally, 1/2 a mile long and stretched as far as the eye could see down the sidewalk in front of the airport. This is also after I stood in a 30 minute line to dump off my checked luggage, even though I had already checked in on-line at home before leaving today (making me wonder what the point of the on-line check-in even is). This is also after I wandered madly around the airport for 15 minutes and could not find a single cold (or even cool) bottled beverage (even the bottled water was room-temp). Now, I am sitting waiting for this god-forsaken flight to take off to god only knows where. They keep saying Austin, TX on the intercom, but both the boarding pass and the itinerary purport this to be a direct flight to Tampa (where it is NOT snowing, contrary to what some might believe). The 12-year-old boy behind me is kicking my seat with no sign of stopping. The woman next to me is jabbering away on her cell phone even though people have repeatedly been told to put their cell phones away (God help us all if they actually make it permissable to use them throughout the duration of the flight as I have heard they are going to do at some future point). There is a woman across the aisle wearing snow boots though this plane is headed no where near anywhere that has any snow. The kid behind me is kicking the seat so hard and is well over the age of knowing better. This may be the flight to end all flights and the one where I really lose it.
10:50am pst
This flight has not yet pushed back from the gate and is now 15 minutes late. Why does it smell like burning rubber in here?
2:10pm cst
All of the seats on Southwest Airlines are made of leather. Now, I morally oppose the use of this much leather, especially when man-made seats are just as comfortable and probably a lot cheaper. As a vegetarian and animal rights activist, I feel that having no possible option but to sit on one of these leather seats is discriminatory. Does this mean that Southwest Airlines discriminates against vegetarians/vegans? I certainly don't want my bare skin touching this seat made out of animal flesh.
Austin Intl Airport
4:35pm cst
We are laid over here in Austin and are not allowed to leave the plane. At least that is what we are told. I think that they just didn't feel like printing out two sets of boarding passes. They are also saying that if you stand up during the head-count and move around the plane, you are going to miss being counted and lose your seat. Well, how is that possible? You are already booked and physically on this plane. They can't kick you off at this point. There was a short span of minutes where you were able to get up and change seats or use the restrooms, but both restrooms are flooded and passengers are not very happy about that. A man wearing a green vest says he cannot understand why we can't just open the emergency exit at the back of the plane and step out onto the jetway to have a quick cigarette.
Tampa Intl Airport
7:02pm est
Arriving in Tampa, I notice that it says, "Southwest Airlines: A Symbol of Freedom" on the side of one of the planes on the jetway. Now, how exactly are those two connected? I don't get it. Freedom to choose your own seats on Southwest? Is that what our founding fathers were talking about?
LAURA
Laura called me up on Sunday night. Laura is Gregg's (with 3 g's) girlfriend. He apparently lives with her. At least that is what she told me. Now, I can't quite conceive of why she was going through his phone and calling numbers in it, but on Sunday evening, his number came up in my phone and I picked it up. It was a woman's voice on the other end. She told me that she was trying to figure out why her live-in boyfriend was at my house until 4am on Friday night. She told me that he came home at 4am and she asked him where he had been. He apparently told her that he was at an after-hours party. She said that when she questioned him further, he told her that he had been at my house, that I had come on to him, and that he "had to tell me that he had a girlfriend." I told her that was not quite how I perceived the situation and that I really didn't understand why he was lying to everyone. I told her that nothing happened between us and that she didn't have THAT to worry about. But if I were her, I would have some things to worry about. First of all, why is this guy NOT telling me that he has a girlfriend and why is he calling me up on Friday night to meet him for drinks and then coming back to my house to play guitar until 4am? I did not come on to him, but even if I had, I had every reason to believe that he was single. For some unexplained reason, he failed to mention his girlfriend until the very end of the night and then proceeded to tell me that they were breaking up and that I should call him again (clearly, implying that he wanted to see me again). I didn't tell that to Laura because I really didn't feel it was my place. But I feel really bad for Laura. She clearly can't trust her boyfriend and he is clearly running around town lying to everybody and coming pretty damn close to cheating on her. Even if he didn't physically cheat, there is clearly some emotional cheating going on here. And they clearly didn't break up like he said they were going to because otherwise, why would she be calling me up on Sunday night as his girlfriend? If he is running all over town with me, is he running around with other women as well? Poor Laura. And what the fuck? This guy seemed like a genuinely good guy. I certainly didn't call this one. If even the "seemingly" good ones are turning out to be scum fuck alley trash, what, then, does that really leave us with?
Laura called me up on Sunday night. Laura is Gregg's (with 3 g's) girlfriend. He apparently lives with her. At least that is what she told me. Now, I can't quite conceive of why she was going through his phone and calling numbers in it, but on Sunday evening, his number came up in my phone and I picked it up. It was a woman's voice on the other end. She told me that she was trying to figure out why her live-in boyfriend was at my house until 4am on Friday night. She told me that he came home at 4am and she asked him where he had been. He apparently told her that he was at an after-hours party. She said that when she questioned him further, he told her that he had been at my house, that I had come on to him, and that he "had to tell me that he had a girlfriend." I told her that was not quite how I perceived the situation and that I really didn't understand why he was lying to everyone. I told her that nothing happened between us and that she didn't have THAT to worry about. But if I were her, I would have some things to worry about. First of all, why is this guy NOT telling me that he has a girlfriend and why is he calling me up on Friday night to meet him for drinks and then coming back to my house to play guitar until 4am? I did not come on to him, but even if I had, I had every reason to believe that he was single. For some unexplained reason, he failed to mention his girlfriend until the very end of the night and then proceeded to tell me that they were breaking up and that I should call him again (clearly, implying that he wanted to see me again). I didn't tell that to Laura because I really didn't feel it was my place. But I feel really bad for Laura. She clearly can't trust her boyfriend and he is clearly running around town lying to everybody and coming pretty damn close to cheating on her. Even if he didn't physically cheat, there is clearly some emotional cheating going on here. And they clearly didn't break up like he said they were going to because otherwise, why would she be calling me up on Sunday night as his girlfriend? If he is running all over town with me, is he running around with other women as well? Poor Laura. And what the fuck? This guy seemed like a genuinely good guy. I certainly didn't call this one. If even the "seemingly" good ones are turning out to be scum fuck alley trash, what, then, does that really leave us with?
Saturday, December 18, 2004
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
I met this man on Monday night at the open mic at Molly Malone's. Beth spotted him first. Because he was definitely my archetype. And extremely attractive. All of a sudden, he was sitting with us talking to me and it was on. At least it seemed that way. He complimented me several times on my music. He told me that he worked at a studio in the area and that I should stop by sometime. At the end of the night, he gave me the web address of the studio and I was feeling a little bold (after two bottles of cider) and I said, "Hey, I don't know many people around here. Let me give you my number in case you ever want to get a drink sometime."
He said, "Well, I actually am going to take you up on that."
The week went by and he never called. Because the good ones never do. But Friday night, I got a message from him and we ended up going out with him. It was on and again, I just couldn't believe that this extremely attractive guy was sitting there talking to me. And he was smart and funny and he loved music and he was a talented musician as well. We ended up hanging out all night and "jamming." At the end of the night, while I was walking him to his car, he said to me, "Long story short. I've got a girlfriend, but we're breaking up. I want you to call me again." I was just like, goddamnit. There always has to be something. It just couldn't be that I find the perfect guy, right up my alley and have everything go smoothly. So, the question is, what is the deal with this girlfriend? How serious is it? They're clearly breaking up and he's clearly interested in me. I really liked this guy. I have never found anyone that I liked so much, in fact. If this is just some girl he's been seeing for a couple of months and it was ending anyway, couldn't this work out? Why does everything have to be too good to be true?
TRIPLE G
I met a man
Gregg with three g's
That's why we call him
Triple G
He likes McDonalds
And apple pie
He drinks Coors Lite
Just one of the guys
TRIPLE G,
BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, TRIPLE G
CAUSE I THINK YOU KIND OF LIKE ME
HE'S A LITTLE LOST
AND A LITTLE CRAZY
JUST LIKE ME
HE SAYS, "I'M BREAKING UP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND...
SO YOU CAN CALL ME"
CALL ME, TRIPLE G
He's got that look
That I can't resist
He told me he liked my Docs
While we were walking to the Kibbitz
We don't think he's a druggie
And we know he's smart
He told me he like the way I sing
And play guitar
TRIPLE G,
BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, TRIPLE G
CAUSE I THINK YOU KIND OF LIKE ME
HE'S A LITTLE WEIRD
AND A LITTLE CRAZY
JUST LIKE ME
HE SAYS, "I'M BREAKING UP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND...
SO YOU CAN CALL ME"
CALL ME, TRIPLE G
Stay up with me
Into the dark hours of the night
Drinking Merlot
Playing guitar
It feels so right
Stay up with me
Rockin' out to the music
You really rock me
You really rock me,
Triple G
He's a good producer
He once got paid with pot
But he's never smoked marijuana
We think that's kind of odd
I like his hair
It really turns me on
He left his guitar pick here
When he stayed til dawn
TRIPLE G,
BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, TRIPLE G
CAUSE I THINK YOU REALLY LIKE ME
HE'S A LITTLE LOST
AND A LITTLE SPACEY
JUST LIKE ME
HE SAYS, "I'M BREAKING UP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND...
SO YOU CAN CALL ME"
CALL ME, TRIPLE G
I met this man on Monday night at the open mic at Molly Malone's. Beth spotted him first. Because he was definitely my archetype. And extremely attractive. All of a sudden, he was sitting with us talking to me and it was on. At least it seemed that way. He complimented me several times on my music. He told me that he worked at a studio in the area and that I should stop by sometime. At the end of the night, he gave me the web address of the studio and I was feeling a little bold (after two bottles of cider) and I said, "Hey, I don't know many people around here. Let me give you my number in case you ever want to get a drink sometime."
He said, "Well, I actually am going to take you up on that."
The week went by and he never called. Because the good ones never do. But Friday night, I got a message from him and we ended up going out with him. It was on and again, I just couldn't believe that this extremely attractive guy was sitting there talking to me. And he was smart and funny and he loved music and he was a talented musician as well. We ended up hanging out all night and "jamming." At the end of the night, while I was walking him to his car, he said to me, "Long story short. I've got a girlfriend, but we're breaking up. I want you to call me again." I was just like, goddamnit. There always has to be something. It just couldn't be that I find the perfect guy, right up my alley and have everything go smoothly. So, the question is, what is the deal with this girlfriend? How serious is it? They're clearly breaking up and he's clearly interested in me. I really liked this guy. I have never found anyone that I liked so much, in fact. If this is just some girl he's been seeing for a couple of months and it was ending anyway, couldn't this work out? Why does everything have to be too good to be true?
TRIPLE G
I met a man
Gregg with three g's
That's why we call him
Triple G
He likes McDonalds
And apple pie
He drinks Coors Lite
Just one of the guys
TRIPLE G,
BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, TRIPLE G
CAUSE I THINK YOU KIND OF LIKE ME
HE'S A LITTLE LOST
AND A LITTLE CRAZY
JUST LIKE ME
HE SAYS, "I'M BREAKING UP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND...
SO YOU CAN CALL ME"
CALL ME, TRIPLE G
He's got that look
That I can't resist
He told me he liked my Docs
While we were walking to the Kibbitz
We don't think he's a druggie
And we know he's smart
He told me he like the way I sing
And play guitar
TRIPLE G,
BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, TRIPLE G
CAUSE I THINK YOU KIND OF LIKE ME
HE'S A LITTLE WEIRD
AND A LITTLE CRAZY
JUST LIKE ME
HE SAYS, "I'M BREAKING UP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND...
SO YOU CAN CALL ME"
CALL ME, TRIPLE G
Stay up with me
Into the dark hours of the night
Drinking Merlot
Playing guitar
It feels so right
Stay up with me
Rockin' out to the music
You really rock me
You really rock me,
Triple G
He's a good producer
He once got paid with pot
But he's never smoked marijuana
We think that's kind of odd
I like his hair
It really turns me on
He left his guitar pick here
When he stayed til dawn
TRIPLE G,
BREAK UP WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND, TRIPLE G
CAUSE I THINK YOU REALLY LIKE ME
HE'S A LITTLE LOST
AND A LITTLE SPACEY
JUST LIKE ME
HE SAYS, "I'M BREAKING UP WITH MY GIRLFRIEND...
SO YOU CAN CALL ME"
CALL ME, TRIPLE G
DAWN
Dawn is insane. She is also in love with me. I met her at the Kibbitz Room the first night that we went there. She gave me her phone number, which at the time, I didn't think much of. Because she said she wanted to check out some open mics with me. I ran into Dawn again on Thursday night. She shouted, "Hey Debbie!! There's my bitch." She was also checking out my ass and came up to me several times at the bar and said, "You're so fucking hot."
Dawn is insane. She is also in love with me. I met her at the Kibbitz Room the first night that we went there. She gave me her phone number, which at the time, I didn't think much of. Because she said she wanted to check out some open mics with me. I ran into Dawn again on Thursday night. She shouted, "Hey Debbie!! There's my bitch." She was also checking out my ass and came up to me several times at the bar and said, "You're so fucking hot."
TIM
I was walking down Hollywood Blvd the other day and there were two teenage boys sitting on the stoop of one of the buildings. As I approached, one of the boys (who actually would have been kind of cute were he about ten years older) said, "Hey, what's your name?" I replied, "It's Debbie." He said, "Well, Debbie, I'm Tim. How old are you?" I said, "Way too old for you." I kept walking on, and as I was walking away, his friend shouted, "Hey wait, he's over 18."
I was walking down Hollywood Blvd the other day and there were two teenage boys sitting on the stoop of one of the buildings. As I approached, one of the boys (who actually would have been kind of cute were he about ten years older) said, "Hey, what's your name?" I replied, "It's Debbie." He said, "Well, Debbie, I'm Tim. How old are you?" I said, "Way too old for you." I kept walking on, and as I was walking away, his friend shouted, "Hey wait, he's over 18."
NIGIL
We met Nigil on Thursday night while listening to new music at the Kibbitz Room. I don't quite know how it happened, but all of a sudden, he was sitting at our table with us. He began to talk to Beth. He asked her, "Why do English men have a bad reputation in America?" She replied, "They don't; I think it's just you." He then began talking about how he was going back home to England the next day and was looking for an American girl to make-out with on his last night in America. Beth told him that he probably should have been looking over the last three months and not on the last night. He told us that he had slept with 17 American women in the past three months and had made-out with twice that. Beth replied, "Well, maybe you should have been nicer to one of those women and you would have someone to make-out with tonight." He said he was looking for some people to come back to the hostel with him to party. Beth replied, "Good luck with that." He then asked Beth where she thought he could find an American woman. She said, "Maybe you should go next door to the deli. It's open 24 hours." At which point, he got up and left and went over to the deli.
We met Nigil on Thursday night while listening to new music at the Kibbitz Room. I don't quite know how it happened, but all of a sudden, he was sitting at our table with us. He began to talk to Beth. He asked her, "Why do English men have a bad reputation in America?" She replied, "They don't; I think it's just you." He then began talking about how he was going back home to England the next day and was looking for an American girl to make-out with on his last night in America. Beth told him that he probably should have been looking over the last three months and not on the last night. He told us that he had slept with 17 American women in the past three months and had made-out with twice that. Beth replied, "Well, maybe you should have been nicer to one of those women and you would have someone to make-out with tonight." He said he was looking for some people to come back to the hostel with him to party. Beth replied, "Good luck with that." He then asked Beth where she thought he could find an American woman. She said, "Maybe you should go next door to the deli. It's open 24 hours." At which point, he got up and left and went over to the deli.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
HAVE LUNCH WITH ME LITTLE GIRL...
I was walking down Sunset Blvd yesterday about noon, and an old man (probably about 70 years old) pulled up next to me in his Porsche and asked me, "Have you had lunch yet, little girl?" I told him that I had and kept walking. He then proceeded to circle round the block and pull up next to me again. "Get in, and come have lunch with me. I'll buy you lunch." I told him no, but then he circled the block again and again asked me to get in and he would take me to have a nice lunch. At this point, I was pushed beyond my threshold of politeness, so I just began to ignore him. He drove slowly next to me for a few moments as I continued walking down the street. At some point, he got bored, I suppose, and drove off.
I was walking down Sunset Blvd yesterday about noon, and an old man (probably about 70 years old) pulled up next to me in his Porsche and asked me, "Have you had lunch yet, little girl?" I told him that I had and kept walking. He then proceeded to circle round the block and pull up next to me again. "Get in, and come have lunch with me. I'll buy you lunch." I told him no, but then he circled the block again and again asked me to get in and he would take me to have a nice lunch. At this point, I was pushed beyond my threshold of politeness, so I just began to ignore him. He drove slowly next to me for a few moments as I continued walking down the street. At some point, he got bored, I suppose, and drove off.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
OH, LOVE
He was just passing through
I was just passing time
Who can say that we were wrong?
But no one's possessed me yet
And I can't love openly for long
If he's not strong...enough
OH, LOVE
COME FIND ME WHEN I LEAST EXPECT IT
OH, LOVE
COME SLAY ME WITH YOUR SWORD...
Now, I wander aimlessly
Solitary and out of reach
Can't give what I don't receive
Nobody challenges me
Feeds my fire and energy
I want to be knocked right off my feet
OH, LOVE
COME HIT ME WHEN I LEAST EXPECT IT
OH, LOVE
COME SLAY ME WITH YOUR SWORD
OH, LOVE
MAKE ME BLEED SO I CAN FEEL YOU
OH, LOVE
SLAY ME, SLAY ME
WITH YOUR SWORD...
I need a collision
I need a concussion
I need you to run right over me
A chain reaction
A cosmic attraction
I need you to mesmerize me
I need explosions
I need combustion
Set fire to me
Set fire to me...
He was just passing by
And I was just killing time
He was comfortable and safe
But I don't need someone to softly unlock my heart
No, tear off the shackles and rip it apart
Devour me and make me ache...
OH, LOVE
COME HIT ME WHEN I LEAST EXPECT IT
OH, LOVE
COME SLAY ME WITH YOUR SWORD
OH, LOVE
MAKE ME BLEED SO I CAN FEEL YOU
OH, LOVE
SLAY ME...SLAY ME WITH YOUR
SWORD, LOVE
COME FIND ME WHEN I LEAST EXPECT YOU
OH, LOVE
COME SLAY ME...SLAY ME
WITH YOUR SWORD...
He was just passing through
I was just passing time
Who can say that we were wrong?
But no one's possessed me yet
And I can't love openly for long
If he's not strong...enough
OH, LOVE
COME FIND ME WHEN I LEAST EXPECT IT
OH, LOVE
COME SLAY ME WITH YOUR SWORD...
Now, I wander aimlessly
Solitary and out of reach
Can't give what I don't receive
Nobody challenges me
Feeds my fire and energy
I want to be knocked right off my feet
OH, LOVE
COME HIT ME WHEN I LEAST EXPECT IT
OH, LOVE
COME SLAY ME WITH YOUR SWORD
OH, LOVE
MAKE ME BLEED SO I CAN FEEL YOU
OH, LOVE
SLAY ME, SLAY ME
WITH YOUR SWORD...
I need a collision
I need a concussion
I need you to run right over me
A chain reaction
A cosmic attraction
I need you to mesmerize me
I need explosions
I need combustion
Set fire to me
Set fire to me...
He was just passing by
And I was just killing time
He was comfortable and safe
But I don't need someone to softly unlock my heart
No, tear off the shackles and rip it apart
Devour me and make me ache...
OH, LOVE
COME HIT ME WHEN I LEAST EXPECT IT
OH, LOVE
COME SLAY ME WITH YOUR SWORD
OH, LOVE
MAKE ME BLEED SO I CAN FEEL YOU
OH, LOVE
SLAY ME...SLAY ME WITH YOUR
SWORD, LOVE
COME FIND ME WHEN I LEAST EXPECT YOU
OH, LOVE
COME SLAY ME...SLAY ME
WITH YOUR SWORD...
Sunday, December 12, 2004
KIBBITZ ROOM 12/10/04
I played my first real gig here in L.A. Friday night at the Kibbitz Room on Fairfax Ave. in West Hollywood.
This is a pretty famous place, a place where aspiring rockers hang out to meet and mingle with other aspiring rockers. The drinks are cheap and there is never a cover. Each night you can go down there, get wasted, and listen to some surprisingly good music. This is the bar where the Wallflowers, among others, got their start.
So, I was booked for the 9:30 slot with a whole hour to play my original music. The bar was not terribly crowded when my set started, but gradually filled up by the time I was finished playing. Eric, the bar manager and sound guy told me that I looked, "smashing, as usual."
The crowd seemed really receptive to my performance, and I rocked out to my "angry love music." I have gotten the reputation here as the girl who plays the "angst-driven rock." And from what I understand, this is a new sound out here which is a good thing for me because it makes my music fresh and unique. Jonny-Z played lead guitar and sang back-up vocals on four songs and the musical chemistry between us was definitely felt by the audience. Beth video-taped the show as usual, and anyone who would like a copy of the show should let me know. I ended my set with a cover of U2's "Love is Blindness," and hopefully, left the audience wanting more. I am supposed to be booking some more gigs in January and by that time hope to also be playing with a drummer and bass player. Rock out, gotta love the Kibbitz Room...
I played my first real gig here in L.A. Friday night at the Kibbitz Room on Fairfax Ave. in West Hollywood.
This is a pretty famous place, a place where aspiring rockers hang out to meet and mingle with other aspiring rockers. The drinks are cheap and there is never a cover. Each night you can go down there, get wasted, and listen to some surprisingly good music. This is the bar where the Wallflowers, among others, got their start.
So, I was booked for the 9:30 slot with a whole hour to play my original music. The bar was not terribly crowded when my set started, but gradually filled up by the time I was finished playing. Eric, the bar manager and sound guy told me that I looked, "smashing, as usual."
The crowd seemed really receptive to my performance, and I rocked out to my "angry love music." I have gotten the reputation here as the girl who plays the "angst-driven rock." And from what I understand, this is a new sound out here which is a good thing for me because it makes my music fresh and unique. Jonny-Z played lead guitar and sang back-up vocals on four songs and the musical chemistry between us was definitely felt by the audience. Beth video-taped the show as usual, and anyone who would like a copy of the show should let me know. I ended my set with a cover of U2's "Love is Blindness," and hopefully, left the audience wanting more. I am supposed to be booking some more gigs in January and by that time hope to also be playing with a drummer and bass player. Rock out, gotta love the Kibbitz Room...
So, I was out walking on Friday afternoon around 2pm...
A man walking behind me says, "Goddamn, if you walked any faster they'd have to give you a speeding ticket." He then proceeds to carry on about how a white girl wearing all black is just "so fucking hot" and "I'm about to cream in my pants just looking at you." Nice...
I then go to the convenience store where a homeless man standing outside asks me, "Are your feet tired? Because you've been walking through my mind all day." Again, nice...
A man walking behind me says, "Goddamn, if you walked any faster they'd have to give you a speeding ticket." He then proceeds to carry on about how a white girl wearing all black is just "so fucking hot" and "I'm about to cream in my pants just looking at you." Nice...
I then go to the convenience store where a homeless man standing outside asks me, "Are your feet tired? Because you've been walking through my mind all day." Again, nice...
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I came undone
And I had to get out
Can't love half-hearted
And I've got all these doubts
Somewhere, a gypsy has stolen my heart
That's the only thing real anymore
Is the future wide open
Or are some things ordained?
If I wait and I wonder
Will this all be explained?
Where is the meaning
And what is this wandering for?
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I'LL RUN INTO YOU AGAIN
MAYBE SOMEDAY
WHEN WE LEAST EXPECT
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I WILL CATCH WHAT I PURSUE
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I'LL FIND YOU...
I gotta learn patience and grace
I gotta learn how to patienty wait
Somewhere a gypsy has stolen my heart
And now I feel out of control
If I bend my will and the universe
Can I draw him back if he feels that burn?
If I send out my energy
Will he know where to go?
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I'LL RUN INTO YOU AGAIN
MAYBE SOMEDAY
WHEN WE LEAST EXPECT
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I WILL FIND WHAT I PURSUE
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I'LL FIND YOU...
I'LL FIND YOU...
Another day breaks
I wake from restless dreams
Another day you remain
Just out of reach
Another day
So close, yet so far away
Another day
Another long and lonely day...
Each day I think
My luck's gotta change
But each night it always
Ends up the same
Somewhere a gypsy possesses my heart
I can't give it to anyone else
One spell could unravel
This whole mystery
A moment recovers
Our whole history
I'm waiting here, wondering, wishing I knew
When you'd come let me out of this hell
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I'LL RUN INTO YOU AGAIN
MAYBE SOMEDAY
WHEN WE LEAST EXPECT
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I WILL CATCH WHAT I PURSUE
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I'LL FIND YOU...
I'LL FIND YOU...
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I WILL FIND WHAT I PURSUE
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I'LL FIND YOU
MAYBE SOMEDAY...
MAYBE SOMEDAY...
I came undone
And I had to get out
Can't love half-hearted
And I've got all these doubts
Somewhere, a gypsy has stolen my heart
That's the only thing real anymore
Is the future wide open
Or are some things ordained?
If I wait and I wonder
Will this all be explained?
Where is the meaning
And what is this wandering for?
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I'LL RUN INTO YOU AGAIN
MAYBE SOMEDAY
WHEN WE LEAST EXPECT
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I WILL CATCH WHAT I PURSUE
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I'LL FIND YOU...
I gotta learn patience and grace
I gotta learn how to patienty wait
Somewhere a gypsy has stolen my heart
And now I feel out of control
If I bend my will and the universe
Can I draw him back if he feels that burn?
If I send out my energy
Will he know where to go?
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I'LL RUN INTO YOU AGAIN
MAYBE SOMEDAY
WHEN WE LEAST EXPECT
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I WILL FIND WHAT I PURSUE
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I'LL FIND YOU...
I'LL FIND YOU...
Another day breaks
I wake from restless dreams
Another day you remain
Just out of reach
Another day
So close, yet so far away
Another day
Another long and lonely day...
Each day I think
My luck's gotta change
But each night it always
Ends up the same
Somewhere a gypsy possesses my heart
I can't give it to anyone else
One spell could unravel
This whole mystery
A moment recovers
Our whole history
I'm waiting here, wondering, wishing I knew
When you'd come let me out of this hell
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I'LL RUN INTO YOU AGAIN
MAYBE SOMEDAY
WHEN WE LEAST EXPECT
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I WILL CATCH WHAT I PURSUE
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I'LL FIND YOU...
I'LL FIND YOU...
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I WILL FIND WHAT I PURSUE
MAYBE SOMEDAY
I'LL FIND YOU
MAYBE SOMEDAY...
MAYBE SOMEDAY...
Thursday, December 09, 2004
BOTTOM FEEDER
Hey Casanova, guess what? I'm on to you
Treat me like an expensive whore
But you can't buy a night of fucking me
Just by holding the door
Pick me up in your fancy ride
Fancy restaurant and a bottle of wine
The dinner check is your ticket into bed
Some men are scum and you're the worst kind
HEY, WHAT DID YOU SAY?
THAT WE'VE GOT NO CONNECTION
CAUSE YOU DID NOT GET LAID
HEY, I HOPE IT WORKS OUT FOR YOU SOMEDAY
BUT YOU'RE GOING HOME ALONE TONIGHT...
Hey Romeo, let me down easy
Cause I just wouldn't put out
Move on to someone more sleazy
There are a lot of plastic girls in this town
Tell em what they want to hear
Wine and dine em and flatter em dear
The dumber the better, cause they might not catch on
Some men are predators and you're the kind that we fear
HEY, WHAT DID YOU SAY?
THAT WE GOT NO CONNECTION
CAUSE YOU DID NOT GET LAID
HEY, I HOPE IT WORKS OUT FOR YOU SOME DAY
BUT YOU'RE GOING HOME ALONE TONIGHT...
Hey, wait a minute girls
He's a bottom feeder
Only interested in one thing
Hey, wait a minute
He just pretends to listen
But he doesn't hear a word you say
Hey Don Juan, yeah, we're on to you
Too many run-ins with your kind
Most girls are much to smart
To fall for your condescending lines
HEY, WHAT DID YOU SAY?
THAT WE GOT NO CONNECTION
CAUSE YOU DID NOT GET LAID
HEY, I HOPE IT WORKS OUT FOR YOU SOMEDAY
BUT YOU'RE GOING HOME ALONE TONIGHT...
Hey Casanova, guess what? I'm on to you
Treat me like an expensive whore
But you can't buy a night of fucking me
Just by holding the door
Pick me up in your fancy ride
Fancy restaurant and a bottle of wine
The dinner check is your ticket into bed
Some men are scum and you're the worst kind
HEY, WHAT DID YOU SAY?
THAT WE'VE GOT NO CONNECTION
CAUSE YOU DID NOT GET LAID
HEY, I HOPE IT WORKS OUT FOR YOU SOMEDAY
BUT YOU'RE GOING HOME ALONE TONIGHT...
Hey Romeo, let me down easy
Cause I just wouldn't put out
Move on to someone more sleazy
There are a lot of plastic girls in this town
Tell em what they want to hear
Wine and dine em and flatter em dear
The dumber the better, cause they might not catch on
Some men are predators and you're the kind that we fear
HEY, WHAT DID YOU SAY?
THAT WE GOT NO CONNECTION
CAUSE YOU DID NOT GET LAID
HEY, I HOPE IT WORKS OUT FOR YOU SOME DAY
BUT YOU'RE GOING HOME ALONE TONIGHT...
Hey, wait a minute girls
He's a bottom feeder
Only interested in one thing
Hey, wait a minute
He just pretends to listen
But he doesn't hear a word you say
Hey Don Juan, yeah, we're on to you
Too many run-ins with your kind
Most girls are much to smart
To fall for your condescending lines
HEY, WHAT DID YOU SAY?
THAT WE GOT NO CONNECTION
CAUSE YOU DID NOT GET LAID
HEY, I HOPE IT WORKS OUT FOR YOU SOMEDAY
BUT YOU'RE GOING HOME ALONE TONIGHT...
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
ALEX
Uh, yeah...this is why I have got to start carrying my notebook around with me to write down all the shit I encounter on my walks. This is why Beth and I are thinking of making either a film or a TV series called "Walking in L.A," which is basically just about me walking around and all of the crazy people that I run into that feel compelled to share their deepest, darkest secrets with me. Kind of in the vein of "Taxi Cab Confessions," or something.
I met this guy yesterday on my walk. His name was Alex. At first, he seemed semi-normal. Just a guy in his mid-forties out for a morning walk, just like me. He was walking his dog, Chester (I was later informed that the dog's full name was Chester the Molester). He told me that he had lived his whole life in the area, grew up in Encino. Then he immediately launches into this elaborate story, which he prefaces with "Please don't freak out or anything when I tell you this..." Now, when someone starts a story that way, you know it is only going to go downhill from there, but he was walking in the same direction as me and I'm too nice to be rude and tell him to "take a hike," so I humored him.
Now, the story was quite detailed and many of the details made no sense to me, but here is the general gist...
Alex was kicked out of school in 1972 when he was ten years old (he did not elaborate on this), and the day he was kicked out of school he went to this bridge in Hollywood where he built a fire (I am not sure why). It was at this point, and upon seeing the fire, that Jim Morrison pulled up in his limo and told Alex to get in. Jim Morrison asked him if he liked Japanese girls, to which he replied "yes." Jim apparently had a hard time understanding this attraction because "Japanese girls are so flat-chested," but he told Alex that he would set him up with this Japanese woman that he knew. He had the limo driver pull over, and they picked up a twenty-five year old Japanese woman (remember, that Alex is apparently only a ten-year-old boy in this story). Alex refers to this woman as his "girlfriend," but the fact that she was picked up on the side of the road makes me think that she most likely was a prostitute. Now, the details of the rest of the story are kind of difficult to follow, but at one point, they end up at UCLA where the Japanese prostitute "sits on my face," says Alex in a restroom on campus. They then leave to go back to the limo (it is not clear where Jim Morrison is at this point), and the Japanese prostitute goes to get inside the vehicle. The limo driver slams the side door before Alex can get in and drives away. "They raped my girlfriend that night," he tells me.
Alex continues walking, god knows where and at this point, he sees the limo being chased by several police cars, "the unmarked kind," he says. Supposedly, they were chasing Jim Morrison because they knew he had drugs in the car. He was able to evade the police officers and Alex runs into him again later that day. It is at this point, that Jim Morrison gives him a large diamond that just happens to be in the back seat of the limo.
As they are driving along, they see the two detectives from one of the vehicles that had been chasing Jim Morrison's limo earlier that evening. The detectives are raping Alex's Japanese "girlfriend" underneath a bridge. Jim Morrison and Alex then witness the detectives murder his girlfriend. At the last moment, the detectives realize that they are being watched, but Alex and Jim are able to escape.
"Jim Morrison did not die of an overdose," he tells me, "he was murdered by the detectives right here in Los Angeles because of what he saw that night. It was a set-up."
"I'm 42 years old," he says, " and they're still chasing me to this day. My life is in danger."
Now, for those of you who know the story of Jim Morrison's death, he died of a drug overdose in a bathtub in Paris, France in 1971. If Alex is, indeed 42 years old, he would have been 10 years old in 1972 and Jim Morrison would already have been dead by the time this story supposedly takes place.
He goes on though. "Bob De la Paz knew about all of this," he informs me. (he tells the story as though I should know who this Bob De la Paz is, though I have never heard of him before).
"Bob De la Paz was infected with a secret virus in 1972. The detectives gave it to him. They wanted to off him for what he knew. And here is the interesting part. Have you ever heard of the AIDS virus?"
"Yes," I tell him.
"They gave him the AIDS virus. They wanted him dead!!" Alex exclaims.
"They took everything from me. The love of my life is gone. And now I have nothing. Can you believe this? They talk about terrorism in other countries, but what kind of a place is this? If they can just kill the love of your life on the side of the street? And then kill Jim Morrison, too?"
"But I am the most powerful person because of what I know," he continues. "I need to get my story out though. People might think that it is crazy. People tell a lot of crazy stories, but they don't make any sense. Everytime I tell this story, it is the same because it is true. I need to get my story out to the public. Only problem is I don't read and write very well."
"And they're still looking for me. I know that they are. When I was 16, I was taken into custody and they did all of these blood tests on me. They wouldn't let me go. I don't have the AIDS virus, but I think they were looking for it in my blood. I think they wanted to see if I had been infected like Bob De la Paz," Alex says.
At some point, the rambling story was over, and we parted ways and I walked home. But my god. Clearly Alex was delusional. He did not appear to be hallucinating, in my clinical opinion, but that's not to say that he hasn't in the past. Why are these crazy people so attracted to me? It's as though they know that I have been a counselor in the past and a therapist to people even crazier than they are. They feel compelled to spill out their life stories to me. Everywhere I go, I get stories like this one.
Yeah, we're definitely making this show. Because I'll tell you, the truth is often much stranger than fiction.
Uh, yeah...this is why I have got to start carrying my notebook around with me to write down all the shit I encounter on my walks. This is why Beth and I are thinking of making either a film or a TV series called "Walking in L.A," which is basically just about me walking around and all of the crazy people that I run into that feel compelled to share their deepest, darkest secrets with me. Kind of in the vein of "Taxi Cab Confessions," or something.
I met this guy yesterday on my walk. His name was Alex. At first, he seemed semi-normal. Just a guy in his mid-forties out for a morning walk, just like me. He was walking his dog, Chester (I was later informed that the dog's full name was Chester the Molester). He told me that he had lived his whole life in the area, grew up in Encino. Then he immediately launches into this elaborate story, which he prefaces with "Please don't freak out or anything when I tell you this..." Now, when someone starts a story that way, you know it is only going to go downhill from there, but he was walking in the same direction as me and I'm too nice to be rude and tell him to "take a hike," so I humored him.
Now, the story was quite detailed and many of the details made no sense to me, but here is the general gist...
Alex was kicked out of school in 1972 when he was ten years old (he did not elaborate on this), and the day he was kicked out of school he went to this bridge in Hollywood where he built a fire (I am not sure why). It was at this point, and upon seeing the fire, that Jim Morrison pulled up in his limo and told Alex to get in. Jim Morrison asked him if he liked Japanese girls, to which he replied "yes." Jim apparently had a hard time understanding this attraction because "Japanese girls are so flat-chested," but he told Alex that he would set him up with this Japanese woman that he knew. He had the limo driver pull over, and they picked up a twenty-five year old Japanese woman (remember, that Alex is apparently only a ten-year-old boy in this story). Alex refers to this woman as his "girlfriend," but the fact that she was picked up on the side of the road makes me think that she most likely was a prostitute. Now, the details of the rest of the story are kind of difficult to follow, but at one point, they end up at UCLA where the Japanese prostitute "sits on my face," says Alex in a restroom on campus. They then leave to go back to the limo (it is not clear where Jim Morrison is at this point), and the Japanese prostitute goes to get inside the vehicle. The limo driver slams the side door before Alex can get in and drives away. "They raped my girlfriend that night," he tells me.
Alex continues walking, god knows where and at this point, he sees the limo being chased by several police cars, "the unmarked kind," he says. Supposedly, they were chasing Jim Morrison because they knew he had drugs in the car. He was able to evade the police officers and Alex runs into him again later that day. It is at this point, that Jim Morrison gives him a large diamond that just happens to be in the back seat of the limo.
As they are driving along, they see the two detectives from one of the vehicles that had been chasing Jim Morrison's limo earlier that evening. The detectives are raping Alex's Japanese "girlfriend" underneath a bridge. Jim Morrison and Alex then witness the detectives murder his girlfriend. At the last moment, the detectives realize that they are being watched, but Alex and Jim are able to escape.
"Jim Morrison did not die of an overdose," he tells me, "he was murdered by the detectives right here in Los Angeles because of what he saw that night. It was a set-up."
"I'm 42 years old," he says, " and they're still chasing me to this day. My life is in danger."
Now, for those of you who know the story of Jim Morrison's death, he died of a drug overdose in a bathtub in Paris, France in 1971. If Alex is, indeed 42 years old, he would have been 10 years old in 1972 and Jim Morrison would already have been dead by the time this story supposedly takes place.
He goes on though. "Bob De la Paz knew about all of this," he informs me. (he tells the story as though I should know who this Bob De la Paz is, though I have never heard of him before).
"Bob De la Paz was infected with a secret virus in 1972. The detectives gave it to him. They wanted to off him for what he knew. And here is the interesting part. Have you ever heard of the AIDS virus?"
"Yes," I tell him.
"They gave him the AIDS virus. They wanted him dead!!" Alex exclaims.
"They took everything from me. The love of my life is gone. And now I have nothing. Can you believe this? They talk about terrorism in other countries, but what kind of a place is this? If they can just kill the love of your life on the side of the street? And then kill Jim Morrison, too?"
"But I am the most powerful person because of what I know," he continues. "I need to get my story out though. People might think that it is crazy. People tell a lot of crazy stories, but they don't make any sense. Everytime I tell this story, it is the same because it is true. I need to get my story out to the public. Only problem is I don't read and write very well."
"And they're still looking for me. I know that they are. When I was 16, I was taken into custody and they did all of these blood tests on me. They wouldn't let me go. I don't have the AIDS virus, but I think they were looking for it in my blood. I think they wanted to see if I had been infected like Bob De la Paz," Alex says.
At some point, the rambling story was over, and we parted ways and I walked home. But my god. Clearly Alex was delusional. He did not appear to be hallucinating, in my clinical opinion, but that's not to say that he hasn't in the past. Why are these crazy people so attracted to me? It's as though they know that I have been a counselor in the past and a therapist to people even crazier than they are. They feel compelled to spill out their life stories to me. Everywhere I go, I get stories like this one.
Yeah, we're definitely making this show. Because I'll tell you, the truth is often much stranger than fiction.
Friday, December 03, 2004
BULLSHIT!!!!
I am tired of bullshit. I am tired of people who claim to know this person or that person. I am tired of people (who I really don't want to talk to) tricking me into giving them my phone number because they supposedly know someone at Capitol Records or supposedly know a really great drummer I might want to audition for my band...tricking me into giving them my phone number when they clearly do not know anyone...and then proceeding to call me all day and all night long...prompting me to begin screening my phone calls.
I am tired of bullshit. I am tired of fake compliments. I am tired of people coming up to me on the street, purportedly knowing that something really amazing is going to happen in my life this year based on the color of my aura and then proceeding to try and sell me psychic advice on the side of the road.
I am tired of people honking their horns at me while I am walking down the street or yelling lewd and sexual comments at me while they drive by.
I am tired of bullshit and so many people around here seem to be chalk-full of it.
But I do manage to salvage some hope for mankind and I am glad to be here. It is sunny and 70 degrees today. It is snowing in Boston and it is cold. I was outside today walking in a T-shirt and a skirt. This time last year, I was trudging through two feet of snow cursing myself, trying to get to Tippy Yunnan's birthday party when the subway shut down because of the snowstorm. I am happy to be here.
I am tired of bullshit. I am tired of people who claim to know this person or that person. I am tired of people (who I really don't want to talk to) tricking me into giving them my phone number because they supposedly know someone at Capitol Records or supposedly know a really great drummer I might want to audition for my band...tricking me into giving them my phone number when they clearly do not know anyone...and then proceeding to call me all day and all night long...prompting me to begin screening my phone calls.
I am tired of bullshit. I am tired of fake compliments. I am tired of people coming up to me on the street, purportedly knowing that something really amazing is going to happen in my life this year based on the color of my aura and then proceeding to try and sell me psychic advice on the side of the road.
I am tired of people honking their horns at me while I am walking down the street or yelling lewd and sexual comments at me while they drive by.
I am tired of bullshit and so many people around here seem to be chalk-full of it.
But I do manage to salvage some hope for mankind and I am glad to be here. It is sunny and 70 degrees today. It is snowing in Boston and it is cold. I was outside today walking in a T-shirt and a skirt. This time last year, I was trudging through two feet of snow cursing myself, trying to get to Tippy Yunnan's birthday party when the subway shut down because of the snowstorm. I am happy to be here.
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Come on...
Come on...now, I received a call today from Sgt. Gunner from the US Marine Corp...
He claims that he received my information (indicating my interest to join the marines) from the US Marines Web Site...
Now, I never filled out any information and I am NOT interested in joining the Marines...
Come on TY, is this just another one of your pranks???
Come on...now, I received a call today from Sgt. Gunner from the US Marine Corp...
He claims that he received my information (indicating my interest to join the marines) from the US Marines Web Site...
Now, I never filled out any information and I am NOT interested in joining the Marines...
Come on TY, is this just another one of your pranks???
MY NEWEST SCHEME...
My newest scheme...is that I am going in league with the Los Angeles Police Department...how this all came around...
On Saturday, I was walking down Highland Ave near Sunset Blvd...on my usual walk...
And a man pulled up next to me (in a Comcast vehicle, no less)...and asked me how much I cost...
Well, I flipped him off and yelled something irate at him... and then I came home to Beth and told her my tale...I said, "How on earth could he proposition me...in his work vehicle??" My god, what is going on around here?
She said that we could turn this whole thing around...put a different spin on it...
Why not just write down the make and model as well as license plate number of each car or vehicle that propositions me?? Afterall, propositioning a woman for sex is no laughing matter, nor is is legal...the LAPD has been wanting to put an end to prostitution for a long time...it is easy to go after the prostitutes walking down the street, but what about these johns driving around looking for their next lay? Why not go after them as well...hell, on my daily (and totally legal) walks around our neighborhood, I am propositioned at least four or five times a day...why not just take down all of the plate numbers and report them to the police?
Women have the right to walk down the street and not be harrassed...they have the right to walk down the street and not be propositioned...they have the right to their dignity...and these disgusting men should be brought to justice...will I not be doing a favor to all women who have ever felt humiliated and degraded while walking down the street??
Yeah, I'm getting in league with the LAPD...
In the words of Walter Sobechek, "This aggression will not stand..."
My newest scheme...is that I am going in league with the Los Angeles Police Department...how this all came around...
On Saturday, I was walking down Highland Ave near Sunset Blvd...on my usual walk...
And a man pulled up next to me (in a Comcast vehicle, no less)...and asked me how much I cost...
Well, I flipped him off and yelled something irate at him... and then I came home to Beth and told her my tale...I said, "How on earth could he proposition me...in his work vehicle??" My god, what is going on around here?
She said that we could turn this whole thing around...put a different spin on it...
Why not just write down the make and model as well as license plate number of each car or vehicle that propositions me?? Afterall, propositioning a woman for sex is no laughing matter, nor is is legal...the LAPD has been wanting to put an end to prostitution for a long time...it is easy to go after the prostitutes walking down the street, but what about these johns driving around looking for their next lay? Why not go after them as well...hell, on my daily (and totally legal) walks around our neighborhood, I am propositioned at least four or five times a day...why not just take down all of the plate numbers and report them to the police?
Women have the right to walk down the street and not be harrassed...they have the right to walk down the street and not be propositioned...they have the right to their dignity...and these disgusting men should be brought to justice...will I not be doing a favor to all women who have ever felt humiliated and degraded while walking down the street??
Yeah, I'm getting in league with the LAPD...
In the words of Walter Sobechek, "This aggression will not stand..."
HOSTAGE
Bury your heart
Somewhere where no one can dig that deep
Bury your love
And then you might as well bury me
Now, I never consented to this
But you fill me, yeah you fill me right up
You dig in your nails, and you never let up
All of the risks that we take
Getting broken, tied up, and tangled
All of the risks that we take
Are they worth it?
Well, I hope that they're worth it cause...
I WAS FREE...TIL THE NIGHT THAT YOU CAUGHT ME
I WAS FREE...IN A MOMENT, YOU GOT ME
I CAN'T EXPLAIN...EXPLAIN AWAY THE THINGS THAT YOU DO
ALL I KNOW IS I'M HELD HOSTAGE...HOSTAGE...
BY YOU...
Lock up your heart
That way, no one can hurt you
I'll lock up my love
And then I'll never be the fool
Yeah, I never expected that this would just slay me
Just hunt me right now
Now, you've tied up my hands
Until you come around
All of the promises broken
Leave me so cold, hardened and faithless
But the hope that I've managed to salvage
Leaves me waiting...for something like this and...
I WAS FREE...TIL THE NIGHT THAT YOU CAUGHT ME
I WAS FREE...IN A MOMENT, YOU GOT ME
I CAN'T EXPLAIN..EXPLAIN AWAY THE THINGS THAT YOU DO
ALL I KNOW, IS I'M HELD HOSTAGE...HOSTAGE
BY YOU...
All of the ghosts from the past say
"Be careful...cautious and careful..."
But I cannot control this affection
Are you worth it?
God, I hope that you're worth it cause
I WAS FREE...TIL THE NIGHT THAT YOU CAUGHT ME
I WAS FREE...IN A MOMENT, YOU GOT ME
I CAN'T EXPLAIN...EXPLAIN AWAY THE THINGS THAT YOU DO
ALL I KNOW IS I'M HELD HOSTAGE...HOSTAGE
BY YOU...
Bury your heart
Somewhere where no one can dig that deep
Bury your love
And then you might as well bury me
Now, I never consented to this
But you fill me, yeah you fill me right up
You dig in your nails, and you never let up
All of the risks that we take
Getting broken, tied up, and tangled
All of the risks that we take
Are they worth it?
Well, I hope that they're worth it cause...
I WAS FREE...TIL THE NIGHT THAT YOU CAUGHT ME
I WAS FREE...IN A MOMENT, YOU GOT ME
I CAN'T EXPLAIN...EXPLAIN AWAY THE THINGS THAT YOU DO
ALL I KNOW IS I'M HELD HOSTAGE...HOSTAGE...
BY YOU...
Lock up your heart
That way, no one can hurt you
I'll lock up my love
And then I'll never be the fool
Yeah, I never expected that this would just slay me
Just hunt me right now
Now, you've tied up my hands
Until you come around
All of the promises broken
Leave me so cold, hardened and faithless
But the hope that I've managed to salvage
Leaves me waiting...for something like this and...
I WAS FREE...TIL THE NIGHT THAT YOU CAUGHT ME
I WAS FREE...IN A MOMENT, YOU GOT ME
I CAN'T EXPLAIN..EXPLAIN AWAY THE THINGS THAT YOU DO
ALL I KNOW, IS I'M HELD HOSTAGE...HOSTAGE
BY YOU...
All of the ghosts from the past say
"Be careful...cautious and careful..."
But I cannot control this affection
Are you worth it?
God, I hope that you're worth it cause
I WAS FREE...TIL THE NIGHT THAT YOU CAUGHT ME
I WAS FREE...IN A MOMENT, YOU GOT ME
I CAN'T EXPLAIN...EXPLAIN AWAY THE THINGS THAT YOU DO
ALL I KNOW IS I'M HELD HOSTAGE...HOSTAGE
BY YOU...
