so today was a really shitty day at work, i think I've pretty much decided to quit. I'm just counting the days till i get to grad school, then my "plan", or whatever you wanna call it will begin, and I'll hopefully be on the road to some cha-ching!
but other then the shitty day, there was something else, something poking me at the back of my heart and scraping the bottom of my sole like sandpaper on a orange until finally the pulpy juice was exposed and dripping to reveal what it was.
my good friend, Larry Rogers, a true individual who made this world beautiful passed away from an AIDS related sickness. I hated myself that it was not the first thought on my mind when I awoke early this morning. I'm still feeling that way so I'm drinking and waiting for this valium to kick in and make me feel better, but I doubt it will.
Our relationship was an unconventional one, he was a flaming queer, and I was a wanna-be poser macho lush, but we got along incredible well. I'll never forget how he taught me to respect and appreciate women and other great people in general. But enough of that kind of stuff. This guy lived an interesting life and one such episode will always make me laugh whenever i reflect on it.
Larry traversed from many jobs. He was a journeymen. More importantly a journyeyman who loved to get stoned. At one point in time he held a job as a cab driver. So one day before his shift he decided to role a big fat spliff and partake before he went on duty. So with a nice twisted buzz going he proceeded to respond to his first call. It was a business man, suit and tie, the hole deal, he quickly got in and told Larry his destination, Larry activated the meter, and they were on their way.
Now this day wasn't just anyday, it was mid april in beautiful Atlanta, Georgia. The dogwood trees were in full colorful bloom, the breeze was cool and refreshing. You felt like you could walk the entire Atlanta perimeter and never get tired. Larry appreciated these days like no one else, so he stopped at one of our favorite hangouts, The HighLander, a great biker bar with an ausome prime rib sandwhich, and had one. Stopped and bought the clove cigarettes he loved so much at his favorite head shop. And subsequently proceeded to drive around with the windows rolled down enjoying a day that felt like God was smiling down on you saying, "this is my masterpiece, so you enjoy it~!"
Larry noticed it was getting late, so he had to get home and get ready to go to work at his night job as a waiter, where incidently i worked with him as a bartender. So he headed home and pulled in his driveway, and as he unbuckeled his seatbelt he glanced in the rearview mirror and was pierced by the eyes of his first client. The "Suit's" face was as white as a ghost and the look of confusion and terror could not be described in words, at least not mine.
So Larry Rogers did what only Larry Rogers could do....and that was laugh, and laugh, and then laugh some more. The businessman didn't think it was as funny as Larry did ofcourse. But all Larry could do was apologize over and over, and finally take the man to his destination, no charge ofcourse.
Larry was and will always be one of a kind, and i have many stories of our twisted exploits pretending to be rockstars. I remember when we were in our Hunter S. Thompson phase, and he used to say, "Ike, as your legal advisor, I advise you to smoke this", or "snort this", or "drink this". And I never refused. He was my legal advisor.
The day of his funeral it was 39 degrees and it rained all day as if God was crying along with us. Larry, I love ya, and if any of ya have a problem with it I'll take you out behind the shed and and whoop your ass!!!
I'm out.....
isaac
but other then the shitty day, there was something else, something poking me at the back of my heart and scraping the bottom of my sole like sandpaper on a orange until finally the pulpy juice was exposed and dripping to reveal what it was.
my good friend, Larry Rogers, a true individual who made this world beautiful passed away from an AIDS related sickness. I hated myself that it was not the first thought on my mind when I awoke early this morning. I'm still feeling that way so I'm drinking and waiting for this valium to kick in and make me feel better, but I doubt it will.
Our relationship was an unconventional one, he was a flaming queer, and I was a wanna-be poser macho lush, but we got along incredible well. I'll never forget how he taught me to respect and appreciate women and other great people in general. But enough of that kind of stuff. This guy lived an interesting life and one such episode will always make me laugh whenever i reflect on it.
Larry traversed from many jobs. He was a journeymen. More importantly a journyeyman who loved to get stoned. At one point in time he held a job as a cab driver. So one day before his shift he decided to role a big fat spliff and partake before he went on duty. So with a nice twisted buzz going he proceeded to respond to his first call. It was a business man, suit and tie, the hole deal, he quickly got in and told Larry his destination, Larry activated the meter, and they were on their way.
Now this day wasn't just anyday, it was mid april in beautiful Atlanta, Georgia. The dogwood trees were in full colorful bloom, the breeze was cool and refreshing. You felt like you could walk the entire Atlanta perimeter and never get tired. Larry appreciated these days like no one else, so he stopped at one of our favorite hangouts, The HighLander, a great biker bar with an ausome prime rib sandwhich, and had one. Stopped and bought the clove cigarettes he loved so much at his favorite head shop. And subsequently proceeded to drive around with the windows rolled down enjoying a day that felt like God was smiling down on you saying, "this is my masterpiece, so you enjoy it~!"
Larry noticed it was getting late, so he had to get home and get ready to go to work at his night job as a waiter, where incidently i worked with him as a bartender. So he headed home and pulled in his driveway, and as he unbuckeled his seatbelt he glanced in the rearview mirror and was pierced by the eyes of his first client. The "Suit's" face was as white as a ghost and the look of confusion and terror could not be described in words, at least not mine.
So Larry Rogers did what only Larry Rogers could do....and that was laugh, and laugh, and then laugh some more. The businessman didn't think it was as funny as Larry did ofcourse. But all Larry could do was apologize over and over, and finally take the man to his destination, no charge ofcourse.
Larry was and will always be one of a kind, and i have many stories of our twisted exploits pretending to be rockstars. I remember when we were in our Hunter S. Thompson phase, and he used to say, "Ike, as your legal advisor, I advise you to smoke this", or "snort this", or "drink this". And I never refused. He was my legal advisor.
The day of his funeral it was 39 degrees and it rained all day as if God was crying along with us. Larry, I love ya, and if any of ya have a problem with it I'll take you out behind the shed and and whoop your ass!!!
I'm out.....
isaac