Yesterday I was hanging out with/ interviewing this really insane old man.
He said he was a visiting professor and that he had done a 25 year study on the velocity of ejaculation of semen in males based on their sexuality. Gay guys cum shoots out faster, apparently.
After he started talking about the money shot we all realized he was NOT a visiting professor. He also claimed to be clergy,the last (and the pope of) a kind of anabaptist reformation. The whole thing was fucking FACINATING because he kept coming up with all this stuff about the Essenes and coptic texts and greece and secret codex and apocrypha and that moslem extremists were trying to have him killed.
Totally the kind of week I've been having.
He kept insisting that he had met me personally by divine will and that I HAD to go to Mt. Athos, which is even more odd considering that he's not the first person who has said I, personally, should go to Mt. Athos. Not even the second person.
He said he knew the Dalai Lama, though they are only aquantences and when I mentioned he will be coming to Madison in october (deer run park is outside of madison and is the considered the holiest of holies intibetan buddhism in the western hemisphere) he seemed disgusted at the idea of PAYING to see his holiness.
He also said he always travels with around 15 hundred pounds of rare books, that he was part of a eugenics study when he was a small child, and that he has 98 grandchildren.
Poor sweet crazy old man just wanted someone to talk to.
He ended up giving me 6 dollars (it was all he had) and he refers to the nice people in what i'm pretty sure is either a nursing home or some kind of insane asylum as 'the wait staff'.
What a great birthday gift to me from the world. I got 6 minutes of his rambling on my little digital voice recorder.
Then I watched Les Enfants du Paradis with one of my best and oldest friends and I spoke all the guy parts (most of them) and she spoke all the girl parts. There are a lot more male characters, but the chicks get all the rad ass ultra poetical shit to say.
Now it's St. Patricks day and I'm ancestrally Irish as all get out.
'Sean', y'know.
Even if I was no more irish than a malay whore I would use this excuse to buy a bottle of whiskey, if you'll excuse me, I'm up 6 dollars.
Though, it just occurs to me that my only birthday gift this years was 6 dollars from an insane old man who was probably just trying to lure me into his dungeon castrate me, then fuck my mouth whole.
Happy St Patricks day.
He said he was a visiting professor and that he had done a 25 year study on the velocity of ejaculation of semen in males based on their sexuality. Gay guys cum shoots out faster, apparently.
After he started talking about the money shot we all realized he was NOT a visiting professor. He also claimed to be clergy,the last (and the pope of) a kind of anabaptist reformation. The whole thing was fucking FACINATING because he kept coming up with all this stuff about the Essenes and coptic texts and greece and secret codex and apocrypha and that moslem extremists were trying to have him killed.
Totally the kind of week I've been having.
He kept insisting that he had met me personally by divine will and that I HAD to go to Mt. Athos, which is even more odd considering that he's not the first person who has said I, personally, should go to Mt. Athos. Not even the second person.
He said he knew the Dalai Lama, though they are only aquantences and when I mentioned he will be coming to Madison in october (deer run park is outside of madison and is the considered the holiest of holies intibetan buddhism in the western hemisphere) he seemed disgusted at the idea of PAYING to see his holiness.
He also said he always travels with around 15 hundred pounds of rare books, that he was part of a eugenics study when he was a small child, and that he has 98 grandchildren.
Poor sweet crazy old man just wanted someone to talk to.
He ended up giving me 6 dollars (it was all he had) and he refers to the nice people in what i'm pretty sure is either a nursing home or some kind of insane asylum as 'the wait staff'.
What a great birthday gift to me from the world. I got 6 minutes of his rambling on my little digital voice recorder.
Then I watched Les Enfants du Paradis with one of my best and oldest friends and I spoke all the guy parts (most of them) and she spoke all the girl parts. There are a lot more male characters, but the chicks get all the rad ass ultra poetical shit to say.
Now it's St. Patricks day and I'm ancestrally Irish as all get out.
'Sean', y'know.
Even if I was no more irish than a malay whore I would use this excuse to buy a bottle of whiskey, if you'll excuse me, I'm up 6 dollars.
Though, it just occurs to me that my only birthday gift this years was 6 dollars from an insane old man who was probably just trying to lure me into his dungeon castrate me, then fuck my mouth whole.
Happy St Patricks day.
your journals always sound interesting...
way to go on the $6