A few days ago, I promised to a couple people in the chat that I would recap the events that happened in my life durring May 2002 that I have dubbed "Fear and Loathing in Santa Cruz": (Names will be changed to protect the psychotic)
******************The Prologue*******************
I met a rather interesting character in my improvisational physical acting class, I'll call him Jose. Jose was a little pretentious and a ren-fair geek, but other than that, he seemed like a reletively cool guy. He new alot of obscure musical and movie trivia, a plus, and he new how to extract mescaline from cactuses, another plus. He would occasionally insist that he read me (or whoever else was with him at these impulses I'm sure) one of his poems, or sing me a song. I thought this was a little odd/annoying, but admired that he was so secure about his "art" that he would freely share it in public. Jose eventually got a job at the movie theater that several of my friends worked for at the time, and integrated himself into my social circle.
-side note- Most of my friends and I make films, and have a camera handy at all times, incase one of us does something stupid, mind you that we've been doing this since before Jackass/Tom Green reached the public.
Jose soon dazzled us with his amazing stories about and surrounding his stay and subsiquent expulsion from UC Santa Cruz. Crazy stories about wild drug trips, homelessness, strange occult practices, disturbing violence, and classic college parties. Of course he worded the stories to make himself sound as innocent as possible, and therefore still safe to hang with.
-side note2- At this time I rented a room in a old, run down, large, victorian style house. Most of the other people that lived their were junkies, along with an old german lady that I am convinced was a Nazi or at least a Hitler Youth. The previous tendants would break into my bathroom in the middle of the night and shoot up. There were frequently needles and fresh blood stuck to the walls. A 3/4 finished cup of apple juice that I had left in the bathroom one day remained unhindered for 4 months, which was enough time for the apple juice to change molecular structure and refill the glass, with a thick gelatinous substance protected buy a fuzzy black layer on top. Once the upstairs bathroom overflowed, and I was awakened to the sound reminicent of a waterfall. An estimated several gallons of water and shit covered the counters and floor when I actually woke up to check.
One of the times Jose and the rest of my friends are hanging out, I bring up the "forbidden apple juice" and show it to everyone with great gusto. I comment on how it would be amusing to watch someone drink/eat it. Jose asks "Is it really forbidden?" I say "Very" Jose says he will drink it on camera as long as we give him something to wash out the taste afterward and would take him to a hospital if anything went wrong. We all sat astonished as he gulped down the goup and chewed on the thick protective layer. It was the most brave/idiotic/disgusting/impressive thing I have ever seen. We all cheered and commended him, and listened to some more of his wild tales that he claimed he must tell under the influence of the "forbidden apple juice" . Then he went home. The next day he claimed he was very ill and hallucinating, I asked if he wanted that trip to the hospital, and he said he wanted to just "ride this thing out" We all got a good laugh.
So One day, Jose asks if anyone will drive him down to UCSC so he can watch his friends graduate. He says he can get whoever goes a place to stay and it should be a great fun time. I agree to drive him, and convince my friend Chuck to come along (mind you that I did not completely trust this guy enough to go with him alone.)
*******************to be continued*******************
I will write the rest later, because right now I should be getting to bed. Let me know if writing the rest is worth the effort.
Ok I was almost just finished with the second half, which was turning out to be about 3 times longer then the first half, when my browser went screwy and crapped out on me. I am now quite frustrated, and am not going to attempt again at it today. Motivation is a fragile thing for me.
******************The Prologue*******************
I met a rather interesting character in my improvisational physical acting class, I'll call him Jose. Jose was a little pretentious and a ren-fair geek, but other than that, he seemed like a reletively cool guy. He new alot of obscure musical and movie trivia, a plus, and he new how to extract mescaline from cactuses, another plus. He would occasionally insist that he read me (or whoever else was with him at these impulses I'm sure) one of his poems, or sing me a song. I thought this was a little odd/annoying, but admired that he was so secure about his "art" that he would freely share it in public. Jose eventually got a job at the movie theater that several of my friends worked for at the time, and integrated himself into my social circle.
-side note- Most of my friends and I make films, and have a camera handy at all times, incase one of us does something stupid, mind you that we've been doing this since before Jackass/Tom Green reached the public.
Jose soon dazzled us with his amazing stories about and surrounding his stay and subsiquent expulsion from UC Santa Cruz. Crazy stories about wild drug trips, homelessness, strange occult practices, disturbing violence, and classic college parties. Of course he worded the stories to make himself sound as innocent as possible, and therefore still safe to hang with.
-side note2- At this time I rented a room in a old, run down, large, victorian style house. Most of the other people that lived their were junkies, along with an old german lady that I am convinced was a Nazi or at least a Hitler Youth. The previous tendants would break into my bathroom in the middle of the night and shoot up. There were frequently needles and fresh blood stuck to the walls. A 3/4 finished cup of apple juice that I had left in the bathroom one day remained unhindered for 4 months, which was enough time for the apple juice to change molecular structure and refill the glass, with a thick gelatinous substance protected buy a fuzzy black layer on top. Once the upstairs bathroom overflowed, and I was awakened to the sound reminicent of a waterfall. An estimated several gallons of water and shit covered the counters and floor when I actually woke up to check.
One of the times Jose and the rest of my friends are hanging out, I bring up the "forbidden apple juice" and show it to everyone with great gusto. I comment on how it would be amusing to watch someone drink/eat it. Jose asks "Is it really forbidden?" I say "Very" Jose says he will drink it on camera as long as we give him something to wash out the taste afterward and would take him to a hospital if anything went wrong. We all sat astonished as he gulped down the goup and chewed on the thick protective layer. It was the most brave/idiotic/disgusting/impressive thing I have ever seen. We all cheered and commended him, and listened to some more of his wild tales that he claimed he must tell under the influence of the "forbidden apple juice" . Then he went home. The next day he claimed he was very ill and hallucinating, I asked if he wanted that trip to the hospital, and he said he wanted to just "ride this thing out" We all got a good laugh.
So One day, Jose asks if anyone will drive him down to UCSC so he can watch his friends graduate. He says he can get whoever goes a place to stay and it should be a great fun time. I agree to drive him, and convince my friend Chuck to come along (mind you that I did not completely trust this guy enough to go with him alone.)
*******************to be continued*******************
I will write the rest later, because right now I should be getting to bed. Let me know if writing the rest is worth the effort.
Ok I was almost just finished with the second half, which was turning out to be about 3 times longer then the first half, when my browser went screwy and crapped out on me. I am now quite frustrated, and am not going to attempt again at it today. Motivation is a fragile thing for me.
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unravled:
Should I be?
unravled:
She writes songs about octupi love?