....well im back home after a fuckin fantastic time away...i ended up extending my time away by a week which was just great...but still not even long enough...i totally fell in love with the city of Wellington, the culture, the vibe, the vast array of culinary delights, the people...its really opened my eyes to the fact that i need to get the fuck out of Hamilton and move there, a plan which i am seriously considering as i type...
...had quite an adventure coming back..erm, ended up getting quite wrecked on tequila shooters before catching my train, consequently combined with the fact that i didn't really wanna leave, but stupid bullshit job realities and what not and financial funds running out drawing me to the inevitable...anyway its so damn near impossible to sleep on the train i find, so i kept sneaking out the back for some cones to chill me out and bring my headphones to live...it was great until i look up and see a train-like warden standing looking at me before saying, our off at the next stop"...i told him it was ludicrous cause i mean what was i gnna do after a bit of pot...cause i major disturbance? er no, more like crash out!
...anyway so i go back to my chair, do i random disguise by taking of my glasses and jacket and undertake a journey of Lateralus...about an hour later im awoken by the same guy shaking me to wake up telling me to get off, i refuse, quite sternly, since i was quite drunk and won't budge, yet can't help laughing at the same time....this continues until the local police officer arrives, informing me i have to get off cause i was smoking drugs on the train...i still refuse saying he can search me and stuff, even offering to be thrown in the luggage car if it's that serious!...but no the next thing i see is my gear outside and i have to get off, i tell the guy to be a reasonable human and understand that i meant to cause no trouble and that the train is a nice ride whilst high and the fact that they sell alcohol on board, which will lead to way more trouble than a bit of pot! but he is stuck in his ways, definately an anti-drug stance, the media warping his view that the herb is the devils weed...and the train leaves..
..after a heated discussion with the cop he leaves, apologising to me for the whole event but saying he had to uphold the righteous thing to do....
so im pissed off, stoned, drunk, freezing fucking cold in this little place called Taihape (gumboot town) having to try and sleep in the train shelter at 1am, with the next one not coming till 12:30 the next day...............
....so i lay down on the freezing cold bench, have another joint, throw on my headphones and lie there wrapped in the warmth of music and letting my mind wander....thinking if there has ever been a sign to not go back to Hamilton...this is it.....so it was kinda a cool event in retrospect, let me think real hard about stuff....the sun rose the next day and i read ''Thus Spoke Zarathustra'' which i found in one of the many 2nd hand bookstores in Wellington....
....wandered around town the next day, such a tiny place, the locals were quite friendly, i even found a copy of 'Mystery Train' by Jim Jarmusch at the local video store for $3!! so that was a great score..ended up catching the bus back cause it was cheaper and got home and crashed out for ages..............
....when i got home my package from Toneski was waiting, so i had fun wading through a wealth of beautiful sounds and plus my SuicideGirls book had arrived!!! so that was awesome, i was totally blown away by just how rad it is, the photography is just stunning....
...had quite an adventure coming back..erm, ended up getting quite wrecked on tequila shooters before catching my train, consequently combined with the fact that i didn't really wanna leave, but stupid bullshit job realities and what not and financial funds running out drawing me to the inevitable...anyway its so damn near impossible to sleep on the train i find, so i kept sneaking out the back for some cones to chill me out and bring my headphones to live...it was great until i look up and see a train-like warden standing looking at me before saying, our off at the next stop"...i told him it was ludicrous cause i mean what was i gnna do after a bit of pot...cause i major disturbance? er no, more like crash out!
...anyway so i go back to my chair, do i random disguise by taking of my glasses and jacket and undertake a journey of Lateralus...about an hour later im awoken by the same guy shaking me to wake up telling me to get off, i refuse, quite sternly, since i was quite drunk and won't budge, yet can't help laughing at the same time....this continues until the local police officer arrives, informing me i have to get off cause i was smoking drugs on the train...i still refuse saying he can search me and stuff, even offering to be thrown in the luggage car if it's that serious!...but no the next thing i see is my gear outside and i have to get off, i tell the guy to be a reasonable human and understand that i meant to cause no trouble and that the train is a nice ride whilst high and the fact that they sell alcohol on board, which will lead to way more trouble than a bit of pot! but he is stuck in his ways, definately an anti-drug stance, the media warping his view that the herb is the devils weed...and the train leaves..
..after a heated discussion with the cop he leaves, apologising to me for the whole event but saying he had to uphold the righteous thing to do....
so im pissed off, stoned, drunk, freezing fucking cold in this little place called Taihape (gumboot town) having to try and sleep in the train shelter at 1am, with the next one not coming till 12:30 the next day...............
....so i lay down on the freezing cold bench, have another joint, throw on my headphones and lie there wrapped in the warmth of music and letting my mind wander....thinking if there has ever been a sign to not go back to Hamilton...this is it.....so it was kinda a cool event in retrospect, let me think real hard about stuff....the sun rose the next day and i read ''Thus Spoke Zarathustra'' which i found in one of the many 2nd hand bookstores in Wellington....
....wandered around town the next day, such a tiny place, the locals were quite friendly, i even found a copy of 'Mystery Train' by Jim Jarmusch at the local video store for $3!! so that was a great score..ended up catching the bus back cause it was cheaper and got home and crashed out for ages..............
....when i got home my package from Toneski was waiting, so i had fun wading through a wealth of beautiful sounds and plus my SuicideGirls book had arrived!!! so that was awesome, i was totally blown away by just how rad it is, the photography is just stunning....
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she is all black with a white chest and four little white paws.
i think they are called tuxedo kitties.