We'll get the least important part of this entry out of the way first....
I got propositioned, apparently I was confused for a male prostitute. Standing at the corner, waiting for the never-on-time-when-I-NEED-it bus, and a familiar vehicle rolls up and the window comes down. I think it's a coworker-not someone I really work WITH, but that I know lives near by and I see almost daily on my way out/his way in. Asks if I'm "on the job" today or just waiting for the bus. I hop in for the lift and start to realize ohshit.....this looks kinda like the guy, but not him. No problem, play cool. Hand on blade. One wrong turn, he's slashed. Long story short, everything came out ok-he lived, I didn't get ass raped, and if I ever need a nonfemale photographer I bet he'd be happy. I blame the jacket-wearing my jacket apparently increases my sex appeal triple fold, when I wear it WAY more people than usual try to talk to me....particularly people who normally wouldn't even look at me twice. It's a nice ego boost.
She's like a latino Meg Ryan, except cuter and with slightly larger breasts!
The important thing, though.....
.....is I'm going back to Florida.
Not moving back, no. Yegods, no!
You see....King's X is on the road again....and their boycott of Florida has ended after 5 cruel years! I return to Pensacola to be reuinited with my best friend, my brother in arms, Darren. We've not seen each other in 4 years now, 2 years of that in total silence due to a stupid fight over money and women.
Details of the trip-the how to, how long, etc-are far from finalized, but be damned if I let this fall through.
My stomach is in knots, and I'm sure it will stay that way until we part.
....maybe I should just knock him out and drag him back to Austin in a suitcase. He'd be much better off here, and I wouldn't mind having him around again!
I got propositioned, apparently I was confused for a male prostitute. Standing at the corner, waiting for the never-on-time-when-I-NEED-it bus, and a familiar vehicle rolls up and the window comes down. I think it's a coworker-not someone I really work WITH, but that I know lives near by and I see almost daily on my way out/his way in. Asks if I'm "on the job" today or just waiting for the bus. I hop in for the lift and start to realize ohshit.....this looks kinda like the guy, but not him. No problem, play cool. Hand on blade. One wrong turn, he's slashed. Long story short, everything came out ok-he lived, I didn't get ass raped, and if I ever need a nonfemale photographer I bet he'd be happy. I blame the jacket-wearing my jacket apparently increases my sex appeal triple fold, when I wear it WAY more people than usual try to talk to me....particularly people who normally wouldn't even look at me twice. It's a nice ego boost.
She's like a latino Meg Ryan, except cuter and with slightly larger breasts!
The important thing, though.....
.....is I'm going back to Florida.
Not moving back, no. Yegods, no!
You see....King's X is on the road again....and their boycott of Florida has ended after 5 cruel years! I return to Pensacola to be reuinited with my best friend, my brother in arms, Darren. We've not seen each other in 4 years now, 2 years of that in total silence due to a stupid fight over money and women.
Details of the trip-the how to, how long, etc-are far from finalized, but be damned if I let this fall through.
My stomach is in knots, and I'm sure it will stay that way until we part.
....maybe I should just knock him out and drag him back to Austin in a suitcase. He'd be much better off here, and I wouldn't mind having him around again!
drake:
On the road again eh?