...in these last moments of freedom

  These are my last moments of freedom, tomorrow is the first day of school. Actually, I am not so much dreading it, I look forward to the dark angel of RESPONSIBILITY hovering over me like a buzzard, waiting to eat my eyeballs out. I have been listening to Skip James, he's my fave. When I first heard his song " Devil Got My Woman", it gave me the chills...so spooky, his voice is so high pitched and haunted. So I got home from work and smoked my face off and listened to jazz and now I am here with you. Had a crazy weekend, on Friday I biked down to the Draught House and had some beers, met this nice guy named Johann, after talking for awhile I found out that he always goes to Wheatsville, I told him that I work there sometimes, he said he knew this guy named Johnny (I swear, you now everyone don't you?), and he had been to Bookpeople too...at this time I would like to give a shout out through the Ether to Johann, thanks for not letting me buy a beer!

  Anyway, on Saturday, I went out with Marisa and some other friends to this club Shangrila, it was nice and not as crowded, the weather was awesome, we sat outside and met 2 guys from Arizona, Colton and something?...I can't remember, we all drank too much and went over to the Longbranch, where we drank more, I remember my friend Virginia's husband kept giving me hell about Vegetarianism and my recent fall from grace, he kept saying that I was a huntress at heart and I needed meat to thrive...what a freak. Anyway, afterward, all of us (me, Marisa, Virginia and her super weird husband, Colton and his younger brother, and I ) went to Marisa's and listened to records, about 3am the Arizona boys and I split a cab up north. The next was hangover hell, actually all weekend was hangover hell, i did not go to bed until the wee hours both Friday and Saturday, Kack! Hate it. Why do I do that to myself? I am NOT a frat boy.  I do look forward to the normalizing effect of school, this whole Xmas has been freakish and insane. I close out now by listening to "Catfish Blues" by Skip James. Someone out there pray for me.