i've had a couple days since returning from nyc to get re-adjusted to the milwaukee dynamic. i have to say i missed this place and it's cheap beer, but mostly it was my people here.
the nyc weekend was a whirlwind of booze & fornication. rented a two hour room at the st. mark's hotel with a girl i picked up at some bar on avenue b. left her there, found a bar nearby, and closed the place down. stumbled to the F train, grabbed a late night slice at a pizza joint filled with amatuer drunks, and made it back to brooklyn and my borrowed couch.
the next morning i can't find my wallet. i looked seemingly everywhere, but nada. last night's pants pockets, my jacket, it's nowhere to be found. i panicked and cancelled my bank card. i figured i must've dropped my wallet either at the pizza place or on the F train somewhere. or maybe some con-man lifted it. or maybe the girl i picked up pinched it from me all the way back at the hotel. i felt like a fucking dipshit.
out of scratch for the duration of my journey, i just sat around with jonny and emptied a case of rheingold and a pack of cigs or two. it was my last night in the city anyway.
i wake up sunday morning and abigail, jonny's 8 month old english bulldog, is chewing on a brown leathery object. you bet: my wallet. but the bank card has been cancelled, so i still have no access to my cash reserve. jonny fronted me $22 bucks for the amtrak. he even filled my flask with maker's mark. a prince of a man, that jonny, a prince of a man.
i bought two packs of parliaments and boarded amtrak at penn station. we stopped at albany and i met a girl on the platform on her way back to school at syracuse with colorful dreadlocks. she produced a joint and we smoked it down. "meet me in the smoking car when they open it & we'll burn another one"
i was stoned and fell asleep once the train got moving again. it was dark when i woke up, and i moved up the train to the smoking car. she showed up a few minutes later and handed me a huge spliff. she had one just like it for herself and we smoked them like cigarettes amidst the smoking car regulars. "holy shit! are you guys smoking weed?!?" of course everyone in the smoking car wants some, and everybody is high by the time colorful dreadlock girl gets off at syracuse (i think my heart got off the train there with her).
my friend jenni picked me up at the station in milwaukee and took me immediately to conejitos for lunch. i was dropped off at home and angie was there with my cats. she had taken over when i was gone. she bought new sheets for my bed, she filled my refrigerator with food, and there was cake in the kitchen. she drove me around town on my errands, and she bought me a 2 liter bottle of revelstoke whiskey.
"i hate jenni & kelly," said angie.
"i hate that girl," said jenni (refusing to aknowledge her proper name) as we drank at the cactus club later that same night.
this might get interesting in the weeks to come.
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remember kids: 4.24.04 be here for the "welcome to spring party" at my place. get info in the SG Wisconsin group!
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the nyc weekend was a whirlwind of booze & fornication. rented a two hour room at the st. mark's hotel with a girl i picked up at some bar on avenue b. left her there, found a bar nearby, and closed the place down. stumbled to the F train, grabbed a late night slice at a pizza joint filled with amatuer drunks, and made it back to brooklyn and my borrowed couch.
the next morning i can't find my wallet. i looked seemingly everywhere, but nada. last night's pants pockets, my jacket, it's nowhere to be found. i panicked and cancelled my bank card. i figured i must've dropped my wallet either at the pizza place or on the F train somewhere. or maybe some con-man lifted it. or maybe the girl i picked up pinched it from me all the way back at the hotel. i felt like a fucking dipshit.
out of scratch for the duration of my journey, i just sat around with jonny and emptied a case of rheingold and a pack of cigs or two. it was my last night in the city anyway.
i wake up sunday morning and abigail, jonny's 8 month old english bulldog, is chewing on a brown leathery object. you bet: my wallet. but the bank card has been cancelled, so i still have no access to my cash reserve. jonny fronted me $22 bucks for the amtrak. he even filled my flask with maker's mark. a prince of a man, that jonny, a prince of a man.
i bought two packs of parliaments and boarded amtrak at penn station. we stopped at albany and i met a girl on the platform on her way back to school at syracuse with colorful dreadlocks. she produced a joint and we smoked it down. "meet me in the smoking car when they open it & we'll burn another one"
i was stoned and fell asleep once the train got moving again. it was dark when i woke up, and i moved up the train to the smoking car. she showed up a few minutes later and handed me a huge spliff. she had one just like it for herself and we smoked them like cigarettes amidst the smoking car regulars. "holy shit! are you guys smoking weed?!?" of course everyone in the smoking car wants some, and everybody is high by the time colorful dreadlock girl gets off at syracuse (i think my heart got off the train there with her).
my friend jenni picked me up at the station in milwaukee and took me immediately to conejitos for lunch. i was dropped off at home and angie was there with my cats. she had taken over when i was gone. she bought new sheets for my bed, she filled my refrigerator with food, and there was cake in the kitchen. she drove me around town on my errands, and she bought me a 2 liter bottle of revelstoke whiskey.
"i hate jenni & kelly," said angie.
"i hate that girl," said jenni (refusing to aknowledge her proper name) as we drank at the cactus club later that same night.
this might get interesting in the weeks to come.
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remember kids: 4.24.04 be here for the "welcome to spring party" at my place. get info in the SG Wisconsin group!
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racer_x:
You damn bastard guy.............. 
aliceinmyhead:
Surely did darlin! Its hanging up on my wall!