Productive days make life seem so healthy and on track, despite the fact that 1 week ago this moment (5:06pm) I was ear-deep in barsmoke and sealed in the bag. Me and Jason, Jason and I, off to the bank, the post office, to breakfast, to Staples for items related to Icebox … picture it, the two of us holding a box of manila envelopes, discussing whether it’s something we should “write off” … or just picture us saying “write off” … ludicrous enough. Then rented “Decline of Western Civilization,” BOTH of them. Darby Crash … huh. Felt weird watching it, I don’t know. Listening to him “sing” onstage at (?) Club 88, out of his gourd, barely a word from each phrase … and we’re talking “write off” … betcha we wouldn’t have seen him in the printer aisle at Staples. Whatever. Radiation kills both bad and good, it cannot differentiate.
Speaking of which, contemplating whether to drop the $39 ($41 after fees, I imagine) to see Lou on Wednesday. Don’t want to be the sucker to shell out the ducets to watch him wax poetic for 45 minutes (it’s an intimate evening of song & poetry, supposedly). Then again, don’t want to be the sucker who missed out on THE FUCKING SHOW because I was being such a damned miserly Shylock. Anyone have any ideas or experience with this particular show? Please email me before Wednesday and let me know.
Whatever. I think me and Jason are going to go watch “Ringu” soon. Caused a bit of ruckus over in Japan when it was released. Seizures and the whole bit. Don’t worry, I think we’re out of the clear with our beloved Jason, though he’s getting cold feet on going through the fullday EEG. Do me a favor: if you see him or talk to him, try to sway him against backing out, alright? Great. You’re a true friend.
