Almost got into a fistfight before breakfast...
posted by jeremy on September 28, 2005
I had wonderful evening of Thai food & banter with Nate, Soon Bok, Lilli, Paul & others last night, followed by whiskey at the Crowbar & finally, curling up with a weird gory rape-intoned French horror flick called Haute Tension. God, those crazy French are almost as big on cinematic rape as the Japanese. I mean, have you seen Irreversible or Baise Moi? Art fag rape-fest with subtitles and goat cheese. I tell you...
What else? The FEMA debacle continues... New Orleans is still bye-bye. All my New Orleans friends just want New Orleans to not be bye-bye. Everyone I talk to is just completely baffled as to what they should do now, how to do it & where. I am currently riding that same boat. I wake up nearly everyday, like, where the fuck am I? Do I want to be where-ever the fuck it is that I am? Where the fuck is everybody? I wanna go to the fuckin' Abbey, right fuckin now. I wanna see midgets with flamethrowers, junkies juggling chainsaws, puking tourist, girls clad only in body paint, etc. I want the extreme undeniable everyday weirdness of that 3rd world fuck-up of a city & I want it goddam now! But then it slowly sinks in. Yes, Portland, this is home, was home, will feel more like home or something... At least I'm not stuck in a refugee trailer in Shit-Fuck, Texas. Things could certainly definitely always always be worse.
One last thing, are you a My Space junkie too? I feel like the person whos just realized that the pod people have taken over everybody around me, the whole town, the goddam world. I admit it, I'm scared. I mean, I thought Friendster was bad. Friendster was like a head-cold compared to the SARS that is My Space.
Seriously... Eeek.