Last night I was having GF issues so I took a walk to blow off steam. I said to myself, "man I hope some dummy tries to start shit cuz I am so not taking any bullshit tonight." So one block up the street I see flashing lights.

I get closer and there's ambulance crews unloading empty stretchers. There's some white dude with a huge vertical scar on his face yelling in the street outside the bar. I get closer and he says, "I'm gonna kill a Nigger! You want to help me kill a Nigger!?!" right to my mulatto face.

I was like, perfect, just the asshole I'm looking for. Told him to get out of my face with that shit and shut the fuck up motherfucker. He tried to step, then reconsidered. I called him a racist piece of fuck and told him to get the fuck out of my town. He got in his car and left.

I walked across the street to the bodega for some beers, grabbed three 24s of Molson Ice. S'posed to be a buck-fitty each. Gave the doude my debit card. Got my receipt and he only charged me 45 cents! So I paid 15 cents per beer!

Walked across the street to in-front-of the bar, chatted up the peeps standing outside. Some doude gives props to the vintage SantaMonicaAirlines patch on my jacket. He turns out to be the first guitarist in this town who is into HC/punk etc., and he has a drummer and a practice space AND he wants to start something up AND the drummer turns out to be a friend of mine!

As I walk home I see the paramedics carrying a stretcher with a person in a major neckbrace. Apparently the racist's friend just got an Afroamerican beatdown, prolly over a bad deal. Tough shit.

Got home, sorted things out with the lady, had sex on the dinner table until 6 in the morning.

Boombats wrote:So I paid 15 cents per beer!
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Got home, sorted things out with the lady, had sex on the dinner table until 6 in the morning.

Great day!

Boombats wrote:Last night I was having GF issues so I took a walk to blow off steam. I said to myself, "man I hope some dummy tries to start shit cuz I am so not taking any bullshit tonight." So one block up the street I see flashing lights.

I get closer and there's ambulance crews unloading empty stretchers. There's some white dude with a huge vertical scar on his face yelling in the street outside the bar. I get closer and he says, "I'm gonna kill a Nigger! You want to help me kill a Nigger!?!" right to my mulatto face.

I was like, perfect, just the asshole I'm looking for. Told him to get out of my face with that shit and shut the fuck up motherfucker. He tried to step, then reconsidered. I called him a racist piece of fuck and told him to get the fuck out of my town. He got in his car and left.

I walked across the street to the bodega for some beers, grabbed three 24s of Molson Ice. S'posed to be a buck-fitty each. Gave the doude my debit card. Got my receipt and he only charged me 45 cents! So I paid 15 cents per beer!

Walked across the street to in-front-of the bar, chatted up the peeps standing outside. Some doude gives props to the vintage SantaMonicaAirlines patch on my jacket. He turns out to be the first guitarist in this town who is into HC/punk etc., and he has a drummer and a practice space AND he wants to start something up AND the drummer turns out to be a friend of mine!

As I walk home I see the paramedics carrying a stretcher with a person in a major neckbrace. Apparently the racist's friend just got an Afroamerican beatdown, prolly over a bad deal. Tough shit.

Got home, sorted things out with the lady, had sex on the dinner table until 6 in the morning.

That's arguably the greatest story I've ever heard.

More power to you, Boombats.

I went to Economy Candy today to scope out what they had for Passover.

I walked out with a pound of what is probably my favorite candy ever:


I've been eating them since I was about 6, and I am pretty sure they are the reason why I love coffee today.

Next week I go back for the Passover candy.

I just bought a decent motherboard and whatnot, but have a couple of ancient hard drives. I slapped the mess together, and the drives seriously bogged the thing down. I had to update Windows on them, of course, and doing so has consumed the last 5 hours of my day off.

Goddamnit. All I want to do is watch Blakes 7 files. I'm sending Mr. Gates a mailbomb.

Richard wrote:

Boombats wrote:Last night I was having GF issues so I took a walk to blow off steam. I said to myself, "man I hope some dummy tries to start shit cuz I am so not taking any bullshit tonight." So one block up the street I see flashing lights.

I get closer and there's ambulance crews unloading empty stretchers. There's some white dude with a huge vertical scar on his face yelling in the street outside the bar. I get closer and he says, "I'm gonna kill a Nigger! You want to help me kill a Nigger!?!" right to my mulatto face.

I was like, perfect, just the asshole I'm looking for. Told him to get out of my face with that shit and shut the fuck up motherfucker. He tried to step, then reconsidered. I called him a racist piece of fuck and told him to get the fuck out of my town. He got in his car and left.

I walked across the street to the bodega for some beers, grabbed three 24s of Molson Ice. S'posed to be a buck-fitty each. Gave the doude my debit card. Got my receipt and he only charged me 45 cents! So I paid 15 cents per beer!

Walked across the street to in-front-of the bar, chatted up the peeps standing outside. Some doude gives props to the vintage SantaMonicaAirlines patch on my jacket. He turns out to be the first guitarist in this town who is into HC/punk etc., and he has a drummer and a practice space AND he wants to start something up AND the drummer turns out to be a friend of mine!

As I walk home I see the paramedics carrying a stretcher with a person in a major neckbrace. Apparently the racist's friend just got an Afroamerican beatdown, prolly over a bad deal. Tough shit.

Got home, sorted things out with the lady, had sex on the dinner table until 6 in the morning.

That's arguably the greatest story I've ever heard.

yeah, good story.

have you ever noticed that many of what end up being the best days are preceeding by some of the the absolute worst shit? i love days like that, where it feels like your cramming three weeks into 36 hours and just when it couldn't get more unnerving something awesome happens.

Eierdiebe wrote:yeah, good story.

have you ever noticed that many of what end up being the best days are preceeding by some of the the absolute worst shit? i love days like that, where it feels like your cramming three weeks into 36 hours and just when it couldn't get more unnerving something awesome happens.

I think our perception of things can be altered by events in the future. We sense things are about to happen and respond by acting the fool for a while. Either that or our prolonged angst spawns pearls like an irritated oyster.

EDIT: I would like to join an almost-all-girl band called Irritated Oyster.

So last night I went to a house show to see my good friend (and Electrical community member) Wiggins' band:Brickmason.

I was sitting on the front porch of the house when this group of kids who looked like they had timewarped out of a motley crue video from 1988 walked up. They were all swagger and fashion but instead of the usual hardcore bullshit it was cockmetal bullshit!! They slouched around the porch, tried to bum cigarettes, coiffed their hair when they thought no one was looking, and straightened the hankys which hung from the back pocket of their tight jeans.

I was seriously dumbstruck. Am I missing something here? Is this a new comeback that I am not aware of?

Check these toolbags out - The Heartattacks


Does that dude not look like fuckin axl rose from the sweet child video or what? But, you know they are on hellcat so I guess they are punk as fuck.
Check out this video of thier terrible cover of "travelin band" by CCR - .http://www.hell-cat.com/videos/player/844

Brickmason was rad as always.

I am about to cook a bean & cheese burrito. I will drink some coffee in the next few minutes - build a bike (a Scott Scale 40 - medium - red). I will then eat said burrito after it cools down enough for me to eat the entire thing in three bites. I will wash it down with a Dasani water.
My life has become so repetitive at work it sometimes feels like I'm a goldfish.....but at least I'm aware of it - right?
Oh and in some better news I'm currently listening to an excellent album (Migala - 'la adventure incredible' - or something along those lines) and i'm watching fat people walk in front of my store on their way to Subway. Fascinating how anyone could walk out of the house in those tight black pleated trousers made out of the shite material that sticks to your legs because of static - too tight - with a bad baggy mock turtle neck sweater in gray - penny loafers and their comb-over, and actually think it looks professional and 'good'. It's not that someone actually just walked in front of the store looking like that on their way to Subway - just saying it's incredible that some people are like that these days.

Bye (and I'm so very sorry for wasting your time as I undoubtedly have)

I ended up in a bar situation tonight where my ex (and her "boss" that she ran off with 4+ years ago) happened to pass right by within about 2 feet of me, and I didn't really even care - it was a great feeling of knowing that I had completely let it all go.