Lately,

My iTunes really wants me to listen Norma Jean. I have sort of been sliding back into a lot of the harder music in my collection, but now my shuffle is forcing me. Yeah, I've been using shuffle a lot just to simply try to find something I want to listen to. I swear, every like.....3rd song I skip to is Norma Jean. So, tonight I gave in, and I listened to a bunch. They are really awesome. Their awesomeness aside, listening to something darker for a change kick started something for me. Whats that? Yeah, I started writing again tonight. Maybe it's the Halloween season, maybe it's my love of (fictional) blood, violence, death, and horror, but I've come up with something cool. It's hardly started at the moment, but so far I like it. It follows the theme I've been stuck trying to figure out for a while now, the death of a beautiful dark haired girl, told in a loving sort of way. Weird, yeah I know. Look at my arm, its sort of like that. Only, theres no "Soul Sucking Demon." But hey, maybe there should be. I could probably tie that in somehow, just to throw cheers to the inspiration of Jeremiahs work on me. Anyway, I picture this being short. And sort of unfinished. I've had this one scene stuck in my head for about a year, and its all I want to write. It will kind of be like one chapter, and the rest will just be left up to imagination. But I'm hopeful, given the fact that I'm writing again, and the dark nature of the story, I will be able to carry it over and re-write, and finish, my long standing Zombie piece. Oh the epic possibilities. I've got a lot more writing to do on the piece I just started, and then probably a lot of re writing, but hey, Ill probably post it on here for Halloweens sake (Provided I finish it, of course). Oh right, and back to Norma Jean, for the moment, and probably forever, due to the real inspiration for this short work, it will be titled "She Simply Will Not Die." If you're a fan of Norma Jean, you get it. If not, well, it's cool. So, thanks iTunes for getting me to write again.

A few things about right now:

At this very moment I'm listening to Jay-Z. Go ahead, ask yourself, "why?" I'll tell you, because it's a great time.

Also, I bought some curry paste the other day to make some curried rice. It was incredible, it was so good to my taste buds that now I'm worried they'll reject all other food I make from this point on. That's why I've put curry paste in everything I have made since. Yeah, curried perogies, twice, and tonight I even zazzed up my lack of real food with some curried Mac and Cheese. No joke. Out of this world.

And then, remember all my bad luck? Maybe not, I didn't write about all of it. You know, cops taking me down, bad news black bears trying to take me out, and frustration from work that just ruins my days. Well, I'm glad to say, things just aren't so bad. Yeah, thats right. Twice I've gotten tacos with no awful results. I've made some effort to change things at work. And then there's some other stuff, yada yada yada. Over all, things are looking up.

Seriously, how can you not have fun listening to Jay-Z? I don't even like rap.

Last night I didn't die

I got home to some drunk kids, a thrash scene, and a camera. It was a Bazooka Christ photo shoot, and it looked like a train wreck. After an atrocious work day, my mood was anything but good, but I dealt with what was going on around me. Soon after I got home the photo shoot finished, and someone decided that tacos would be a good idea. If you read my blog, you know about my last two encounters with tacos. First grabbed by police before tacos, second punched by a kid after tacos, so I was slightly scared that the trend might continue and I would be stabbed by rapist while eating tacos. Fearing for my life, the four of us strapped on our shoes and hit the road. Tacos were had. 3 for $2.75, and they were awesome. And nothing exciting happened. The trend is dead.

I will fucking stab you.

This is me icing my face, minutes after getting sucker punched on my walk home with Sam. We are walking home from a show that was going on a few blocks away and we are a mere 2 blocks from my Apt. and we walk by three black kids, one of whom while walking by me decided to sucker punch me hard right in the jaw. I obviously jumped away, combined with the impact of the punch, to wind up being about ten feet away from him as he turned with arms raised like he just won a fight. God damn stupid fucking kids. I just got out of there, and 30 feet down the road flagged down a passing police officer. The kids ran. Seriously, after being accused of having a knife the other night, and now this, I am completely serious I would have no fucking issue stabbing anyone. Not having a knife, and therefore not stabbing anyone tonight, I take comfort in knowing he will someday overdose on drugs. Fucking loser thug wannabes. I seriously fucking hate people.

I'm waiting for something.

Not sure what, but I'm pretty sure that when I find it it will be pretty awesome.

I've been reading a lot more lately. Not to say that I ever really stopped. But I did. A of all, my life started to have other things to do in it. And Secondly, I've been reading some great comic series (The Walking Dead, The Last Man, and Powers). Sure thats still reading, but what I'm getting at is I've fallen back into reading books described with words, not pictures.

Sean bought A Game of Thrones for Jessica, for her birthday, and it reminded me that I still need to read the fourth book in that series before the fifth comes out. I'm a few hundred pages in, and going strong. I wish I could write like George R.R. Martin. Seems like I wish I could write like a lot of people though. But at the moment I'm just wishing I could write at all.

The ideas are there, but they don't come out. That, however, is altogether a different story. And this is my second blog already today, and a third would just be a little over the top.

Back to the point. I have also been reading blogs more often. I wish very much that Amber would blog a bit more often, just so I know what the hell is going on. Also reading Jessica's blog fairly regularly. I just found my Uncle Jim's blog, about food, and its awesome. He is a great chef, and the blog is great. A little strange when I first received an e-mail from him with a link to his blog, as it came to my in-box under the name James Walsh. Yes, same name. Eerie though, getting an e-mail from yourself. And finally (on blogs anyway) I just caught up on my sister Alison's blog, which I love. She does interesting things, and it amazes me to read that after all these years she still has interesting things to do in that God forsaken state.

To wrap up the readings, I have been reading a lot of essays. It all started the other night, the night described in my previous blog, at my friend Dan's house. I saw a book by E.B. White on his table, and I had to start talking about. It was not one I had seen or read before, and due to my state at that moment, I have no idea what it is now. But it did get me to pick up "One Man's Meat" again. This is Whites book of essays all about life, and growing old in Maine. I remember what got me started on E.B. White, my 1st (and only full) year of college a professor of mine LOVED him. He read a passage from Charlotte's Web one day in class, and it brought him to tears. Whatever I thought of this at the time, the writing is beautiful. Since then of course, I have made an effort to read his work. I have yet to cry, but hey, maybe.
Also, George Orwell. Tonight alone I reread two of my favorite of his essays, Shooting an Elephant, and A Hanging. I read these in the same class I mentioned above, and they have stuck with me. I have actually not read any of Orwell's novels, sadly. I know EVERYONE has read 1984 and Animal Farm, and I should too, it will happen. But wow, his essays are amazing. Read some here if you've got the time. I promise they will get you thinking.

I guess, in a slightly less productive way, I am writing again. Even if it is just about reading, and not Zombies. By the way MyZombiePinUp, fantastic. Sorry.

Also, today Jesse and I used the Bowflex for the first time. Amazing. It deserves it's own post, with pictures, it will come.

No really,

I got jumped by Police in Queens.

After getting out of work at around 4, I hit the town with some friends from work. Our day quickly turned to night, hour after hour, and bar after bar, the debauchery continued and eventually led to Pete and I traveling to Queens with Dan. I'll spare most of the details, but I spent a good deal of time in a place called Flamingos, where all the Latin ladies seemed to cost money, and the bouncer really did not like the color of our skin. No joke. Finally, at an hour I cant even remember, it was clear that Dan really needed to go home. This was fine, we start walking, planning to grab some tacos from one of the street carts before hailing a cab. I'd say roughly 5 feet from the taco cart this guy just slams into me, forcing me back, shouting "police! police! KNIFE!" He was plain clothed, but just started grabbing at my pockets and shouting at me to stop moving. At this point four or so uniformed cops surround me and the plain clothed officer, who was still practically tackling me. After all the commotion slowed down, I saw that one of the hands flailing around me held a badge, the plain dressed dude was indeed a cop. But what the hell was going on? I try to explain, with a bit of a slur, "I just want some tacos, we're trying to get tacos, and get my friend home. I just want tacos. Tacos then home." The officer seems to see that I am actually just a harmless person, I am at this point waving my hands in the air as if to show my white flag (of surrender, not skin color). The officer in the plain clothes makes a last grab at my pocket, pulling out the pen that I had clipped there. "Oh, it's just a pen guys. I thought it was a knife." WHAT THE FUCK? Seriously. What? I can't even begin to put all these pieces together. Isn't there an easier way for this situation to go down? Honestly, I'm in a sketchy place, and some dude in plain clothes just grabs me, I guess I'm lucky I didn't try to defend myself from this possible thief, thug, murderer, or I guess police officer. After discovering it was just a pen, he didn't stop to say sorry, or even try to send us home. Everyone just left. I turn to see my friends standing there wide eyed, jaws dropped. "Fuck, get me some tacos."

In the end, I got some tacos. Everyone did. 2 chicken tacos. They were delicious, and worth every one of the 300 pennies I spent on them. Together we sat, Pete, Dan, and I, eating tacos, blown away by what just happened. We settled down while some more Latin girls told us that if we were not white, we would have been arrested anyway. Possible, I guess. But did they not realize the only white kids in this town just got jumped over a pen? I do not think our skin color was working in our favor on that night. Tacos though, I'm telling you, great idea.

We're going to die like this, you know? Miserable and old.

Life is what you make it, right? At least what the money in your pocket lets you make it.

I almost decided not to go out tonight. Potential fun was thrown at me, gathering of coworkers at Thom Bar for drinks, and I just wanted to say no.

Here's my thought process:
Do I have the money?
Tips are slow.
I'm doorman today.
Drinks there are expensive.
It's going to get real late real fast.
I have to work in the AM.


Dear God. I have an uncontrolable inner need to be old.

Here are my thoughts now:
Tips were actually pretty good today.
Pre-game.
I don't work until 10.
I'm going to have fun.

I'll just stay out here until the night comes crashing down.

I have a weekend, sort of, for the first time in so long. I work 7AM-3 every Friday, so I always have Friday night off, which is nice. Not that I ever do anything on Friday nights. See, I have to work at 10AM on Saturday. Ok, ok, 10AM, really not bad at all. I can sleep till 9. But getting up at nine is early if you've stayed out all night after getting up at like 5:30 or 6 to go to work. But this weekend, due to some change in schedules to help a coworker out, I have Saturday off. Oh what to do. I remember Fridays being epic. You know, its Friday, come on. We shall see. I'm going to have some fun.

Be safe kids.