hey everybody - i'm still alive. barely.
chattanooga was a life changing experience for me. really. after shooting cheerleaders for 28 hours over friday and saturday, and loading the equipment out of the convention center, my boss pulled me aside and terminated my employment. after 6 years of video, i am jobless again.
i took it well, he had in fact hired 5 police officers to take me out if i were to freak out. i took that as a sign of respect, because i think it would only take three to put me down if i were to freak. so there i was, in chattanooga with no phone (he took it away from me), no job, and no drivers license (i was a dipshit & lost it somewhere.) he took my credit cards and gave me $100 to get back home with.
i went to the Stone Lion Tavern to get fucked up. julia & staphanie didn't want to hang out, so i was going to drink alone and sleep in my rental car. the oscars were on at the bar, and i took a seat at atable with some local hipsters drinking pabst. the beer was flowing and the bar was filling up. i had read bukowski the day before and i felt an energy in myself that didn't exist before. rebirth, whatever it was, something was going to happen. enter denice - she introduced herself to me as a nerd-grrl. i asked her to alienate me within a minute. she couldn't. i said my name was arch (my middle name) and i kissed her. she was wearing a jean skirt, knee-high argyle socks, and a turquoise thrift shop sweater. her bad southern teeth failed to turn me off.
i was bold and i felt her legs. i kissed her and we poured rum down each other's throats out of a brown bagged bottle. i didn't care about joblessness, all i cared about were those blue eyes that were locked down on my ugly face.
the bar was full and smoky. i sat her up on the golden-tee video game and we made out. i pulled her blue panties to the side and fucked her right there in the bar. if anyone noticed they didn't say anything.
at 3AM, the staff kicked everyone out on the street. we milled around, me, denice, and a few of her acquaintances. "where's the afterparty?"
we went up to this guy seth's place a block away. i still had about a third of my rum, and seth promised us beers. all i wanted to do is go to denice's place so we could fuck again and perhaps she could fix me a sandwich afterwards. no luck. the carter family was on the stereo and the rum found its way into the stomachs of everyone there. finally i was asked to leave at 5AM. i guess i was kind of an asshole.
i went to the rental car and headed for nashville, thinking i was sober enough to drive. wrong! about an hour into my drive i was like "what the fuck am i doing?" and i pulled over at a fireworks store that was ablaze in the light of a giant neon sad-clown, and i went to sleep. i woke to an old coot tapping on the window asking me if i was alright. i was hungover as fuck and i headed back to milwaukee to start my new life.
i haven't had to look for a job in like 7 years. i've never had to write a resume'. i have no idea what i'm getting for severance pay, but i hope it's good. i am so excited to be out from under the thumb of my job. it was time to go and i knew it for 15 months that i was on the chopping block. we'll see how this all shakes down. i'm okay for about three months on what i have saved up.
i won't have an internet connection until mid-march. but i will keep visiting the library periodically to comment in journals and to look at the sets. keep it real, kids!!
chattanooga was a life changing experience for me. really. after shooting cheerleaders for 28 hours over friday and saturday, and loading the equipment out of the convention center, my boss pulled me aside and terminated my employment. after 6 years of video, i am jobless again.
i took it well, he had in fact hired 5 police officers to take me out if i were to freak out. i took that as a sign of respect, because i think it would only take three to put me down if i were to freak. so there i was, in chattanooga with no phone (he took it away from me), no job, and no drivers license (i was a dipshit & lost it somewhere.) he took my credit cards and gave me $100 to get back home with.
i went to the Stone Lion Tavern to get fucked up. julia & staphanie didn't want to hang out, so i was going to drink alone and sleep in my rental car. the oscars were on at the bar, and i took a seat at atable with some local hipsters drinking pabst. the beer was flowing and the bar was filling up. i had read bukowski the day before and i felt an energy in myself that didn't exist before. rebirth, whatever it was, something was going to happen. enter denice - she introduced herself to me as a nerd-grrl. i asked her to alienate me within a minute. she couldn't. i said my name was arch (my middle name) and i kissed her. she was wearing a jean skirt, knee-high argyle socks, and a turquoise thrift shop sweater. her bad southern teeth failed to turn me off.
i was bold and i felt her legs. i kissed her and we poured rum down each other's throats out of a brown bagged bottle. i didn't care about joblessness, all i cared about were those blue eyes that were locked down on my ugly face.
the bar was full and smoky. i sat her up on the golden-tee video game and we made out. i pulled her blue panties to the side and fucked her right there in the bar. if anyone noticed they didn't say anything.
at 3AM, the staff kicked everyone out on the street. we milled around, me, denice, and a few of her acquaintances. "where's the afterparty?"
we went up to this guy seth's place a block away. i still had about a third of my rum, and seth promised us beers. all i wanted to do is go to denice's place so we could fuck again and perhaps she could fix me a sandwich afterwards. no luck. the carter family was on the stereo and the rum found its way into the stomachs of everyone there. finally i was asked to leave at 5AM. i guess i was kind of an asshole.
i went to the rental car and headed for nashville, thinking i was sober enough to drive. wrong! about an hour into my drive i was like "what the fuck am i doing?" and i pulled over at a fireworks store that was ablaze in the light of a giant neon sad-clown, and i went to sleep. i woke to an old coot tapping on the window asking me if i was alright. i was hungover as fuck and i headed back to milwaukee to start my new life.
i haven't had to look for a job in like 7 years. i've never had to write a resume'. i have no idea what i'm getting for severance pay, but i hope it's good. i am so excited to be out from under the thumb of my job. it was time to go and i knew it for 15 months that i was on the chopping block. we'll see how this all shakes down. i'm okay for about three months on what i have saved up.
i won't have an internet connection until mid-march. but i will keep visiting the library periodically to comment in journals and to look at the sets. keep it real, kids!!
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oh, and just to drive you mad... i'm probably not supposed to say this since it is from an all girls group (i'm probably about to get kicked out now) but you made the list of "SG members we'd most like to fuck". doesn't it make you feel like a hottie????