needle in the hay
Apr. 27th, 2005 06:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
und1sk0i've known this for quite sometime, but looking at the rain outside and listening to elliott smith i am reminded that his "hit song" is about scoring dope, presumably just south of union square (6th and powell, do they even intersect?)..
i remember walking past soup lines and the smell of piss and dust along 7th street toward howard to visit someone at ozonam detox; squalid but clean, institutional grey and felon orange painted concrete floors--converted loading dock turned voluntary drunk tank. smoking newport cigarettes, blowing smoke into the wind, hearing blue tarp bleat against mounds of dirt where one or another stalled condominium construction site lay awaiting funds that would likely never come.
how san francisco manages to run in spite of itself and its corrupt or inept institutions amazes me; its like a big, concrete machine that runs on sheer will (good or otherwise), and tofu tacos.
delerious and drunk the other morning i wanted back into the city's arms. but the circumstances allowing my return now are improbable and my self-destruction upon returning very probable. but self-destruction was never a problem for me with no roots to sever and no bridges to burn.
i remember walking past soup lines and the smell of piss and dust along 7th street toward howard to visit someone at ozonam detox; squalid but clean, institutional grey and felon orange painted concrete floors--converted loading dock turned voluntary drunk tank. smoking newport cigarettes, blowing smoke into the wind, hearing blue tarp bleat against mounds of dirt where one or another stalled condominium construction site lay awaiting funds that would likely never come.
how san francisco manages to run in spite of itself and its corrupt or inept institutions amazes me; its like a big, concrete machine that runs on sheer will (good or otherwise), and tofu tacos.
delerious and drunk the other morning i wanted back into the city's arms. but the circumstances allowing my return now are improbable and my self-destruction upon returning very probable. but self-destruction was never a problem for me with no roots to sever and no bridges to burn.
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Date: 2005-04-28 04:44 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-04-28 01:22 pm (UTC)no self destruction, plz.
for you and my sister, shelly..
Date: 2005-04-30 07:31 am (UTC)also, mulligan..
just a taste...for the sake of nostalgia, and to brag.
Date: 2005-04-30 07:23 pm (UTC)friday: husband leaves town with many boys for a fishing trip. i wake up, borrow yosh's clothes and we head off to zeitgeist where we meet hot, blonde, canadian bartender number 2 (steph). eat ribs, drink MANY pint sized, vodka filled, fruity things (in the 70 degree sunshine). head to benders at 6ish. meet up with A.C. for purchase of BAD THINGS. take yoshiko back to MY house for hours of powder fueled dice. sleep little.
saturday: work at the bow. bake a cake. get sleep (hopefully)
sunday: kennedy guest bartends. rick mans the grill (since our favorite grill guy is GONE!) it is yosh's 25th birthday bash. meat, cake, booze...you do the math.
monday: wakeup wherever it is i happen to pass out. go to zeitgeist to drink off hangover. lather, rinse, repeat.
Re: just a taste...for the sake of nostalgia, and to brag.
Date: 2005-05-02 07:25 am (UTC)today i was woken up by my friend tim calling me at 12:13 in the afternoon, "hey chris.. wake the fuck up and come out into your livingroom so you can go get breakfast with the rest of us.."
i put some clothes on, and came out of my room to see tim sitting on our couch.. i took an italian shower and went to brunch at nighttown (i had the chicken and mushroom crepe)..
later, i went to the "electric 6" and "vhs or beta" concert.. much drinking was involved..