11 years ago, as of yesterday...
Christmas went as well as to be expected.
I hung out with some Catholics who were kind enough to feed Pettigrew and i, both being family-less for the holidays. The Catholics holed up in the local Church-driven highschool (guess they had the right connections to take over the place and host their 'little' gathering), and spoke, ate and acted as mid-west as you could imagine...
Right.
Catholic families are anything but 'little'.
See, it's John's deal. His family, his invite. John is one of the new roomies. He's into sports and such. Not that he's rapist jock, but more of how he was raised.
Being such, an uncle of his approached us, and commented about how interested he was to meet John's future roommates, because he heard they were 'arty types'.
"Arty", i guess, can be translated into 'doesn't make it a point to watch Monday Night Football', or play Madden incessantly .
After sneaking off to the back parking lot to smoke cigarettes in the wonderful ten degrees of temperature we were given that day, Pettigrew and I headed to the theatres to spend the rest of our day. Aside from the truck stop, nothing in this town was open.
Man, how i took the convienece of Waffle House for granted...
We saw 'Life Aquatic', and then snuck into 'Ocean's 12"
It only seemed appropriate...
So. I later spent my evening in the Flyin' J truckstop diner.
And i didn't get my white Christmas that i was positive i would get this year. Of all the places to not get any snow yet, it's fucking SoDak.
I just don't understand this at all.
And then this evening i ran into some friends.
They had asked me how my holiday went.
I replied, saying "Oh, i just went to the movies and shit..."
The drunk guy in the booth behind us could've sworn i said "that guy back there is a piece of shit.", meaning him, of course.
He then proceeded to try and fight me.
He then had to spend the night in jail because someone called the cops on him.
All because of his guilty conscience.
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It has been decided.
For Christmas this year, everyone i know is getting restraining orders.
-Jaily
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I was told today, while drinking a cup of coffee at the local diner, that i was the reason the government, back in 1973, fucked over the Vietnam Vets.
See, this guy was using a cane.
It was because his back hurt.
He said he injured his back, during boot camp, in 1973, and the government wouldn't pay him benefits for the injury.
They said there wasn't enough proof to justify the claim.
And since i just had my hair cut earlier that day, and the hair cutter person sucked and gave me this pseudo military look...
I must work for the government then.
And, of course, it's all my fault.
New Years is coming. I aim to be amongst the classier of the local citizens and intoxicated beyond belief, which probably means i'll be bored off my ass and playing Halo 2 all night.
But what i wonder, is if that guy hurt himself during boot camp, how the fuck does that make him a vet?
I basically have as much 'war' experience as he does, minus the boot camp.
But i've ran for miles, learned to march.. stood at parade rest for hours on end.
ah, lovely ROTC...
I even did 100 hundred push-up for a highway patrolmen in S.Carolina to get out of a speeding ticket.
SO next time i see that guy at the diner, i'm going to interrupt his delicious cup of coffee and order a side of macho...
and then we'll see who fucks over who.
JAILY BROKENSTEIN
VS.
THE HANDICAPPED VIETNAM VET
-2005-
VS.
THE HANDICAPPED VIETNAM VET
-2005-
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All my lame ass posts recently have been about this stupid fucking state, in this stupid fucking city, with all it's stupid fucking weather.
Pretty fucking stupid of me.
I did, after all, move here.
Willingly.
I was even excited about it, for a time.
I get asked all the time (since most of my encounters are for the first time) why i came here, to the sticks.
Why did i?
Did i run from a girl? I guess a little bit.
Did i run from problems? No asshole, that's impossible. More over, you're an ass for implying that i would be so ridiculous as to think so.
Did i need a change? Don't we all? Yes, and yes.
Was i sick of the south, and all the people in it? Aren't we all? Yes, and yes again.
Did i actually run at all?
No.
A couple of weeks and we have Christmas. I only know of ONE person who is excited for it, but i gather he is excited about most holidays? I'm curious; Will he re-vamp his site for Easter?
And already the music is on every PA in every store. Customers are annoyed, yet the businesses still crank the shit out like it's BooBah (sp?).
I have some spare time, well, alone time tonight, so i'm goine to be wordy and sporadic.
Deal.
I'm excited for the new place. Very very happy about it. It'll be interesting to live off a gravel road again, interesting to live next to horses, and everytime i head out to the big po'dunk city, i get a lovely view of a corn field, which looks amazing at sunset, oddly enough.
I have so much movie video shit for you guys.. last night i shot footage of a local 'jam' band, The Lunar Funk Theory', (again, not my kind of style), but they were nice enough, not very active on stage, but they work hard, do a lot of acid, and in some ways you can tell by the way the acoustic guitarist has to be dragged back on stage after lighting a cigarette and spending way to much time reflecting on what he thought about that.
But, don't we all?
No, not at all... Just you buddy.
So i got the usual song and dance... "Oh, yeah, we'll tell all our friends about it, see if they would be interested in having you shoot for them...", and "Yeah, we can get together some money for you..."
I'll never hear about it again.
Artists get all optimistic when you point a camera in front of them.
Cameras equal fame, i guess, to some degree.
it means your doing something the lens deems worthwhile, and the memory is saved, somewhere, gathering dust on some shut-in's shelf.
But one day, just one day it'll happen... If only the world could see it.
Worked for Bill and Ted. Why not Lunar Funk Theory? Or HedTripDrama?
Why not for me?
Oh, 'cause i'm not in a band. I don't play the guitar, and i don't skate, which pretty much means i am not attractive to females.
All i got going for me is the initial 'mystery'.
In my opinion that is not only stupid, but isn't everyone initially 'mysterious' when you first meet them? Yeah, some people wear their personalities for all to see. But even still, i've never met a person i could entirely read right away.
So, to all the women who have ever called me 'mysterious', stop being the drunk at the suburb bar, and come up with a new line.
Tell me you really dig balding guys.
Tell me you just can't get enough of my ribcage, which sticks out further than my gut.
Tell me you're into financial disasters, and people who get thrown in jail over the most preposterous crimes.
-Jaily Brokenstein
I will steal your pet.
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had a few minutes....
put this here posting up. Snow came, and then it went. I am told it was a "frost", but fuck that. Everything was white, and i was cold, and i mss the south if for no other reason than it's a hell of a lot warmer there.
but i think i am getting acclimated. It jumped up to a whopping 46 degrees, and i said to myself, "i don't need a jacket, it's warm outside."
I ACTUALLY WANTED TO GO OUTSIDE FOR A SMOKE, AND DIDN'T FEAR IT.
(i actually hit 'caps-lock' by mistake, and don't really feel like re-typing the above line...)
I am bored, and looking for employment.
Someone needs to move to this place, open a decent bar, and employ me.
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it's already happened.
not only am i losing readers, but links to this page altogether.
I promise to be back up and running by new years.
See, i finally found a place to live. A big ole house in the country, even further from civilization than i first thought when coming to this cold ass sate to begin with.
And it still hasn't snowed here yet. It's like god fucking with me, well, god and the weather man who keeps telling me it's going to snow, and then it doesn't, and i got scared for nothing.
I have also created a house blog for me mates, but the contributors are also in a likewise posistion of not having constant internetsuperinformationhighway abilitiy.
So i ask, all of you, to be patient, not drop me, and when the time comes, completely harrass every single one of my future roomates until they cry.
In other shit to relate, i've had yet another 'first' in my life.
I was smacked in the face for not wanting to make-out with my now ex-girlfriend. I , of course, was shocked, and she said she didn't mean to, but honestly, how do you not 'mean to' swing your open faced hand across someone face? (reminds me of the Dave Chapelle joke, which was amongst the forefront of my thoughts as it had happened).
But i love that. I've been smacked for trying to get some lovin' on, but never for turning it down.
I'll bring more writing love soon,
hugs and kisses and the theft of your kittens,
Jaily Brokenstein
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in the middle of trying to rent a six bedroom house in the kuntry.
one thing about me is that i am he world champ of starting over at phase one.
more later.
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