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POEM ENTITLED "RUDE GIRL" BY "JOHN SAKKIS"
I'm going to take out Armand.
I'm going to do it.
After.
I get shitty
At the party.
I'm going to take out Armand.
I'm going to do it.
After.
I get shitty
At the party.
this weekend
i went to Scott LaRockwell's opening at D-Structure where i drank lot's of red wine with my brother and Nevine and had my picture taken by Azikwee (at 17 i would have freaked out).
then my brother and i walked over to Arlene's house for a party where i met up with Truman and Spiro and realized (yet again) that Arlene's parties tend to suck so i mostly hung out on the stoop drinking my tall boy and smiling at all the drunk people on the street...as i'm chatting with Arlene i spot this kid and i yell "Anselm...Anselm...aren't you Anselm..."...and he sort of jumps a bit and goes "oh hey Johnny, it's Ambrose..."...Ambrose (Bye) is Anne Waldman and Reed Bye's son...i knew Ambrose from Boulder...Ambrose is a good guy...so Ambrose and i are chatting on Arlene's stoop and then i get a text message from this girl i met at Club Cocomo last Sunday ...
this girl swings by in a cab just as fools bust out the tom tom drums (yuck and yikes!) at the party...i jump in the cab and were both like "nice to meet you again...eh..." we head over the the TL...the bartender at the Castle (ARNONES) chucks a folded wet napkin at my head, it hits me in the face, but it's sort of game because it's like, the bartender knows me enough to chuck shit at my head, and in SF bartenders are the new laywers so hooray...but really ARNONES is my old roommate, so whatever...so Armand and Logan are there too and me and this girl have a really nice night, and she's a very cool girl and she's a bartender too.
the next night i meet up with Armand and we go to the Castle and ARNONES apologizes for throwing shit at my face in front of a girl and explains that he has the worst aim in San Francisco and that he didn't think he was actually going to hit me...and i'm only drinking cheap beers because i'm still pretty hungover from all the red wine then beer then vodka tonics then pear ciders i drank from the night before...so i'm feeling pretty loopy and Armand and ARNONES keep telling me that i look Italian because i have on this new Able shirt that has lot's of gold designs so i take out my chains and floss those a bit too...then Armand and i go to the Hemlock which was pretty much a waste of time except one of those free cigarette guys was there so i gave that dude a bunk email addy (jsakkis@naropa.net) and a bunk mailing addy (my old apartment in the TL, i.e. Armand's current addy) and got my free Camel Nutty Butter smokes (or whatever the fuck they're called) and then we went back to the Castle just as ARNONES was getting off work so we all went over to the Whiskey Thieves where ARNONES and i talked a lot about parenting and girls and the ghetto and ARNONES proceeded to get shittier than i have ever seen him get and then i went to the bathroom and realized that i may have just cut in front of these two guys so i turn to the two guys and say "i'm sorry did i just cut in front of you guys..." and the shorter guy in the flatbilled Giants cap says to me all sideways "excuse me, were having a conversation..." and yes they totally were having a conversation but i'm like "but i was being polite...so i guess i just cut and you guys don't care...because you're having a conversation?..." and then the taller guy with the flatbilled Giants cap says "i'm sorry, yeah, we were in line, but go ahead and go pee..." which made me wonder what HE was going to do in there after me...and then it's like 2am and Logan is there and this girl starts talking to Armand and obviously wants to go home with him but Armand is pretty uninterested, and all to the good because this girl and her friend were lame...so we leave and go to the Taqueria across the street from the Castle and Armand and Logan are ordering food and ARNONES drops a little-guy of whiskey on the floor and it shatters but only at the top and i get bored and want to go home so i stand in the street trying to hail a cab which is difficult at 2:15am in San Francisco and ARNONES sees me and stumbles out and we catch a cab together and talk about the extended version of The Fellowship of The Ring on the way home and then Jon and Kay and their friend Perry are eating grilled cheese sandwhiches standing around in the hallway and i grab a beer and head to the stoop where i drink it and then go back inside and go to bed.
then my brother and i walked over to Arlene's house for a party where i met up with Truman and Spiro and realized (yet again) that Arlene's parties tend to suck so i mostly hung out on the stoop drinking my tall boy and smiling at all the drunk people on the street...as i'm chatting with Arlene i spot this kid and i yell "Anselm...Anselm...aren't you Anselm..."...and he sort of jumps a bit and goes "oh hey Johnny, it's Ambrose..."...Ambrose (Bye) is Anne Waldman and Reed Bye's son...i knew Ambrose from Boulder...Ambrose is a good guy...so Ambrose and i are chatting on Arlene's stoop and then i get a text message from this girl i met at Club Cocomo last Sunday ...
this girl swings by in a cab just as fools bust out the tom tom drums (yuck and yikes!) at the party...i jump in the cab and were both like "nice to meet you again...eh..." we head over the the TL...the bartender at the Castle (ARNONES) chucks a folded wet napkin at my head, it hits me in the face, but it's sort of game because it's like, the bartender knows me enough to chuck shit at my head, and in SF bartenders are the new laywers so hooray...but really ARNONES is my old roommate, so whatever...so Armand and Logan are there too and me and this girl have a really nice night, and she's a very cool girl and she's a bartender too.
the next night i meet up with Armand and we go to the Castle and ARNONES apologizes for throwing shit at my face in front of a girl and explains that he has the worst aim in San Francisco and that he didn't think he was actually going to hit me...and i'm only drinking cheap beers because i'm still pretty hungover from all the red wine then beer then vodka tonics then pear ciders i drank from the night before...so i'm feeling pretty loopy and Armand and ARNONES keep telling me that i look Italian because i have on this new Able shirt that has lot's of gold designs so i take out my chains and floss those a bit too...then Armand and i go to the Hemlock which was pretty much a waste of time except one of those free cigarette guys was there so i gave that dude a bunk email addy (jsakkis@naropa.net) and a bunk mailing addy (my old apartment in the TL, i.e. Armand's current addy) and got my free Camel Nutty Butter smokes (or whatever the fuck they're called) and then we went back to the Castle just as ARNONES was getting off work so we all went over to the Whiskey Thieves where ARNONES and i talked a lot about parenting and girls and the ghetto and ARNONES proceeded to get shittier than i have ever seen him get and then i went to the bathroom and realized that i may have just cut in front of these two guys so i turn to the two guys and say "i'm sorry did i just cut in front of you guys..." and the shorter guy in the flatbilled Giants cap says to me all sideways "excuse me, were having a conversation..." and yes they totally were having a conversation but i'm like "but i was being polite...so i guess i just cut and you guys don't care...because you're having a conversation?..." and then the taller guy with the flatbilled Giants cap says "i'm sorry, yeah, we were in line, but go ahead and go pee..." which made me wonder what HE was going to do in there after me...and then it's like 2am and Logan is there and this girl starts talking to Armand and obviously wants to go home with him but Armand is pretty uninterested, and all to the good because this girl and her friend were lame...so we leave and go to the Taqueria across the street from the Castle and Armand and Logan are ordering food and ARNONES drops a little-guy of whiskey on the floor and it shatters but only at the top and i get bored and want to go home so i stand in the street trying to hail a cab which is difficult at 2:15am in San Francisco and ARNONES sees me and stumbles out and we catch a cab together and talk about the extended version of The Fellowship of The Ring on the way home and then Jon and Kay and their friend Perry are eating grilled cheese sandwhiches standing around in the hallway and i grab a beer and head to the stoop where i drink it and then go back inside and go to bed.
things that sort of weird me out...
1. people who use photos of their children as their myspace profile pic
actually, i guess that's all i have
actually, i guess that's all i have
Jun 1, 2007
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what do you want to do tonight?
i think i'm going to an opening at D-Structure around 7. free wine and stuff.
last night i went to Mad Dog with Nevine and drank lot's of beer and listened to lot's of The Pogues and then went tee-shirt shopping...bad idea. i bought a couple beautiful shirts but i was swerved and spent too much money. i guess shopping while perked is like going to the grocery while hungry, or something.
my upstairs neighbor is officially a tweaker. she not only stomps around her apartment all night listening to Drum and Bass but she makes remarks like "ooohhh, it sounds like haunted houses..." when passing me in the hallway.
today for lunch i'm going to eat a big chunk of Jarlsberg cheese and a Washington apple and a banana and an orange and like a handful of pistachio nuts.
i'm currently reading Nikos Kazantzakis's The Last Temptation of Christ. i'm almost done with it. i read it on my breaks at work. i've been having lot's of Christ dreams for the last couple weeks. it's been interesting in an apocryphal kind of way.
i think i'm going to an opening at D-Structure around 7. free wine and stuff.
last night i went to Mad Dog with Nevine and drank lot's of beer and listened to lot's of The Pogues and then went tee-shirt shopping...bad idea. i bought a couple beautiful shirts but i was swerved and spent too much money. i guess shopping while perked is like going to the grocery while hungry, or something.
my upstairs neighbor is officially a tweaker. she not only stomps around her apartment all night listening to Drum and Bass but she makes remarks like "ooohhh, it sounds like haunted houses..." when passing me in the hallway.
today for lunch i'm going to eat a big chunk of Jarlsberg cheese and a Washington apple and a banana and an orange and like a handful of pistachio nuts.
i'm currently reading Nikos Kazantzakis's The Last Temptation of Christ. i'm almost done with it. i read it on my breaks at work. i've been having lot's of Christ dreams for the last couple weeks. it's been interesting in an apocryphal kind of way.
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