silencio

I went tear-assin' through the country the other day. Searching for locations. It appears I will have to do a little trespassing. I went to the town I grew up in and was suprised by how much has changed there. The town has a Subway, the roads are paved, street signs, fences, fences, and more fences.

Oh, a UFO came down and abducted me. The aliens were nice. They gave me pina coladas and veggie dogs. I was taken to their planet where various experiments were performed on me. Here is picture of their planet.


Yes, it was nice. I begged them to let me stay, but they said there was no room for me. Looked like they had plenty of room to me.

Last night. I come home from work. Tired and pissed off. I decided to watch a movie. Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I'm watching the movie, eatching chips, and drinking a beer. Gay ole' time.
My roommate comes home. He has people with him. At first, all I hear is loud, slurred speech from the kitchen. Then trips to the bathroom are made. My roommate and his friends went to the David Allen Coe show. They came back to the apartment just to use the bathroom. I guess they were heading to a party.
They enter the living room where I was located. Tim stumbles in. He knocks over my autographed copy of 'ERASERHEAD'. The one possesion I actually care about. No damage was done. Ok, whatever. Then Flop Top enters the room. Tim introduces me to Flop Top. We shake hands. The guy was stoned and/or drunk. Atleast I hope he was.
At first, I thought Flop Top was some homeless guy. He looked just like the lead singer of the Spin Doctors. I should have took a picture of him. The guy must have been seven feet tall. Ha ha ha. I asked him what his name was and it took him a few seconds to get it out. I remember just staring at him. His voice was deep and monotone. Seemed like a nice fella. Funny. I asked them about the show. It was good. Then they all left and I was happy again.

Isn't it strange how the smallest decisions have the largest impact on our lives? Should I go down Glenstone or take National? Should I take the car or go on foot? Should I continue to clean the grease trap or go up front to say hi to that person? Should I stay or should I go? Should I keep quiet or say what's on my mind? What difference will this shirt make? I'll wear the other one. But this shirt could be the shirt that starts a conversation with a person that etc, etc, etc.

Someone made me so angry last night that I began to shake. I couldn't think straight. Seeing red. Then I thought about all the stupid stuff I get upset over. And how it has no real relevance to my life. It doesn't matter. It won't matter.

Later!