morrison re-incarnate
Thats me this past weekend,my old pal morrison.picture him strutting down venice beach,shirtless and in a drunken,drug induced haze and you have my picture.
It all started with a burning man rave for a hurricane katrina benefit in a downtown warehouse in the hood. a pink themed rave,so i dressed rock star pink,lace see through pink tank top,tight fitting ass clenching black pants,stars motorcycle boots,some pink stoned jewelery and punked out punk rocker hair,which im keeping now because everyone loves it. i worked the night shift friday so i got to take home all the baked goods,and i mean ALL. five bags,one i fed to the homeless on the way home,now with four left i started feeding the bus drivers,then the nieghboors,then with many bags still left we decided to bring them with us to the rave.great idea,everyone who was still left at 8am with us got fed,and loved it.cherry danishes,scones,muffins,cookies,it was a delight to all the little partied out burners.
we danced all night,well the girls did,i danced a little bit,but i got some smoke and wound up hanging around all night smoking with anyone and everyone.we downed a bottle of kettle one before even leaving the house,and cyphered the flask for the rest of the night.i drove the girls home arriving around nineish.were in a haze right now and decided the best thing to do would be to start again and wait till we passed out to call it a day.so before breakfast was even cooked we had finished the next bottle of vodka.i returned to the store for a bigger one.and came back with bags of food to make brian McMuffins,the only thing we would have to eat the rest of that day,the liquid then took control.
breakfast done our friend raph came by to bring a "green salad" to help with digestion.the wind is blowing,the sun is shining and it looks like a great day for the beach.looks is the key word.we stumbled down to the strip amongst the whistles and the yells,still being in our outfits,who cares this is venice beach,the freaky is the norm here. we arrive,pull out blankets and immediatly pass out,for like two hours even the hurricane winds could not wake us,untill i arise and sweep the sand out of my ears,mouth,hair,back,its everywhere,and looking down at star i start laughing,it looks like kids had been trying to bury her while she slept.i cant believe we didnt feel it that whole time.the girls then woke up,and we evacuated the scene arriving back to our beds at 4pm. so ive just rallied from 7.30 fri night to 4pm sat with minimal sleep breaks in between.phew,the rest of saturday was a sweet blur of a dream.
Upon waking sunday its now couchsurfing day. some of the gang is in town and they want to hang on venice beach for the day and then the drum circle at night.which basically boils down to drinkin all day.
oh well,sometimes ya just gotta do whatcha gotta do and let go.I let go like a champ.
i met them at the candle cafe.our fav place on the beach to gather and smoke hookahs while drinkin cheap pitchers. then we loaded up on cases of beer for the beach.
but it was still windy.so i hung in the grass near the strip with some others,and we talked with the homeless and shared beers with them. then the doors tribute band came out like they do every sunday night.but because our moods were polluted we danced like no other night,in the street with the others,under the moon and stars, and those who didnt want to pay the cover.
bands done,hookahs out for those that didnt dance.we head now to the drum circle.a small one tonight,but a small one full of the best drummers the circle has to offer so it turned out quite nice.we danced more,and drank,and laughed and watched that beautiful moon wax across the sky of the open ocean untill it was too cold and time to retreat to the bar.the venice cantina was our last stop for the night.my stomping grounds on sunday nights for hockey,football,and good local chatter.it was nice to take the surfers there.bunch of sallys though,me and julien were basically keeping the party going. we ate nachos and lobster corn dogs,my favorite,and drank a few unneeded more.now its partings and goodbyes for the night,my street goes this way,their car over there somewhere.and im out,i dissapear down the shadows of my ghetto street and then another night of sweet sweet sleep,but it went too fast.
I awake in a blur for monday morning,its 4.3am already,might as well get up and shower this sand and glue from the weekend out of my hair so i can be somewhat presentable for work.its going to take awhile.
its still so dark by the time i leave the house,i didnt even notice.....usually i dont turn on lights this early,i dont like to wake the girls.and this morning was no different.but if i had turned them on i certaintly would have noticed that i just put on two different shoes and left the house for work.but i didnt even notice untill it was too late.so yeah,thats how my monday starts.and i already heard all the jokes this morning from everyone so im over it.
but i think this is a sign of the way things will go all week. the surfers are in town till sunday,and everynight will probably be like my weekend.so i guess i could say i started the week on the right foot.maybe ill get the shoes right tommorow.we'll see how the night goes......
..she lives on love street...
been rigning in my head all weekend.
where is she?
or is it just a ghost from the morrison days ive been living?
ill keep my eyes open.as much as i can.these squinty little eyes.
It all started with a burning man rave for a hurricane katrina benefit in a downtown warehouse in the hood. a pink themed rave,so i dressed rock star pink,lace see through pink tank top,tight fitting ass clenching black pants,stars motorcycle boots,some pink stoned jewelery and punked out punk rocker hair,which im keeping now because everyone loves it. i worked the night shift friday so i got to take home all the baked goods,and i mean ALL. five bags,one i fed to the homeless on the way home,now with four left i started feeding the bus drivers,then the nieghboors,then with many bags still left we decided to bring them with us to the rave.great idea,everyone who was still left at 8am with us got fed,and loved it.cherry danishes,scones,muffins,cookies,it was a delight to all the little partied out burners.
we danced all night,well the girls did,i danced a little bit,but i got some smoke and wound up hanging around all night smoking with anyone and everyone.we downed a bottle of kettle one before even leaving the house,and cyphered the flask for the rest of the night.i drove the girls home arriving around nineish.were in a haze right now and decided the best thing to do would be to start again and wait till we passed out to call it a day.so before breakfast was even cooked we had finished the next bottle of vodka.i returned to the store for a bigger one.and came back with bags of food to make brian McMuffins,the only thing we would have to eat the rest of that day,the liquid then took control.
breakfast done our friend raph came by to bring a "green salad" to help with digestion.the wind is blowing,the sun is shining and it looks like a great day for the beach.looks is the key word.we stumbled down to the strip amongst the whistles and the yells,still being in our outfits,who cares this is venice beach,the freaky is the norm here. we arrive,pull out blankets and immediatly pass out,for like two hours even the hurricane winds could not wake us,untill i arise and sweep the sand out of my ears,mouth,hair,back,its everywhere,and looking down at star i start laughing,it looks like kids had been trying to bury her while she slept.i cant believe we didnt feel it that whole time.the girls then woke up,and we evacuated the scene arriving back to our beds at 4pm. so ive just rallied from 7.30 fri night to 4pm sat with minimal sleep breaks in between.phew,the rest of saturday was a sweet blur of a dream.
Upon waking sunday its now couchsurfing day. some of the gang is in town and they want to hang on venice beach for the day and then the drum circle at night.which basically boils down to drinkin all day.
oh well,sometimes ya just gotta do whatcha gotta do and let go.I let go like a champ.
i met them at the candle cafe.our fav place on the beach to gather and smoke hookahs while drinkin cheap pitchers. then we loaded up on cases of beer for the beach.
but it was still windy.so i hung in the grass near the strip with some others,and we talked with the homeless and shared beers with them. then the doors tribute band came out like they do every sunday night.but because our moods were polluted we danced like no other night,in the street with the others,under the moon and stars, and those who didnt want to pay the cover.
bands done,hookahs out for those that didnt dance.we head now to the drum circle.a small one tonight,but a small one full of the best drummers the circle has to offer so it turned out quite nice.we danced more,and drank,and laughed and watched that beautiful moon wax across the sky of the open ocean untill it was too cold and time to retreat to the bar.the venice cantina was our last stop for the night.my stomping grounds on sunday nights for hockey,football,and good local chatter.it was nice to take the surfers there.bunch of sallys though,me and julien were basically keeping the party going. we ate nachos and lobster corn dogs,my favorite,and drank a few unneeded more.now its partings and goodbyes for the night,my street goes this way,their car over there somewhere.and im out,i dissapear down the shadows of my ghetto street and then another night of sweet sweet sleep,but it went too fast.
I awake in a blur for monday morning,its 4.3am already,might as well get up and shower this sand and glue from the weekend out of my hair so i can be somewhat presentable for work.its going to take awhile.
its still so dark by the time i leave the house,i didnt even notice.....usually i dont turn on lights this early,i dont like to wake the girls.and this morning was no different.but if i had turned them on i certaintly would have noticed that i just put on two different shoes and left the house for work.but i didnt even notice untill it was too late.so yeah,thats how my monday starts.and i already heard all the jokes this morning from everyone so im over it.
but i think this is a sign of the way things will go all week. the surfers are in town till sunday,and everynight will probably be like my weekend.so i guess i could say i started the week on the right foot.maybe ill get the shoes right tommorow.we'll see how the night goes......
..she lives on love street...
been rigning in my head all weekend.
where is she?
or is it just a ghost from the morrison days ive been living?
ill keep my eyes open.as much as i can.these squinty little eyes.
posted by shaggymoab at 2:38 PM
1 Comments:
two different shoes and you can choose which is the best foot to put forward. depending on terrain and mood.
i love you, b.
and i miss you.
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