Saturday, November 06, 2004

I'm officially on vacation. This rules. Fugazi is the greatest band ever.

I'm almost all the way through "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72." It's such a great book. This is totally the stuff that really made Hunter Thompson famous. Not the icing on the cake, but the cake itself. So good.

Ride the bus kids. It takes forever and can be really frustrating sometimes, but it beats the hell out of driving. Traffic is for suckers. All you need is a bag, fill it with bus schedules (this is not necessary, but highly beneficial), get an iPod or some other such portable music device, buy some nice headphones, get some books, buy a bus pass and take your car keys off your keychain. You'll be amazed how much reading you can get done and how many weird things you'll see and hear. I chased a chicken last week. Seriously. You don't experience stuff like that driving from point A to point B. Is this me writing a "stop and smell the roses" paragraph? Egad. I've gone queer.

Buy a monster truck. Drink beer. Shoot things. "Slut, take off your pants."

That was uncalled for. Apologies.

Furthermore ...

Yesterday I drank some 12 year old Chivas Regal and went for a walk down to the 7-11 that is second closest to my house. That's right, I live walking distance from 2 7-11's ... 3 if you don't mind walking a little further. Anyway, when I got there I bought myself a Zero (Candy) Bar. I had never heard of these things before, but apparently they've been around since olden times or something. It's a weird kind of candy bar. It's kind of like a 3 Musketeers bar, only it's covered in white chocolate and has peanuts. Weird consistency, but not a bad candy bar at 12:30am when you're filled with scotch.

I don't 'get' cigars. I've smoked a fair number of cigars in my time, but I've probably only marginally enjoyed it once. I think dudes who like to conspicuously smoke cigars are afflicted with the same complex that men who buy elaborate sportscars suffer from. You know ... pene del bebé? ... Finger Dick Syndrome? Perhaps not, but cigars are definitely a phallic symbol. Funny that any man would want to make that kind of visual association using his mouth.

But still, cigar boxes are awesome. And cigars beat the hell out of cigarettes.

Blonde on Blonde is one of the greatest records ever created. The 60's had Bob Dylan, we've got Eminem. And people wonder why the world is going to hell ...

Time to motor.