Nighthawk

I was in jail for four days. (Same old DUI charge, but the specifics are boring). First time I've been in for real jail, not holding cells or drunk tanks, as an adult. Surprisingly tolerable. I slept 15 hours a day and read a novel a day (two John Grishams, and a Michael Crichton. One day was devoted to court and booking out). Booking out was the most god awful experience. They had us locked in this hot sweaty room for 11/12 hours, packed like slaves. Tempers flared, people yelling at each other, people pissing in the corner cause there were no toilets. That experience alone is enough to make me never, ever go to jail again. I actually got hours and hours worth of stories from my four days in jail. Fascinating culture.

So anyway, last night I saw the new Harmony Korine picture, Mister Lonely. Christ, what a fucking masterpiece. Now I know a lot of people hate Harmony Korine, and this is definitely recognizable as his work. Not gonna change any minds. But if you love him as I do, holy shit. Better than Gummo, I think, this was approaching Jodorowsky's Holy Mountain for sheer, manic insane brilliance. The film follows a lonely Michael Jackson impersonator (Diego Luna) who is invited by a Marilyn Monroe impersonator(Samantha Morton) to a commune full of other impersonators—including the Queen of England, Madonna, Sammy Davis Jr. and James Dean—in the Scottish Highlands. In a parallel story line, Werner Herzog plays a Latin American priest who learns his missionary of nuns can literally fly. [i definitely favored the impersonators of Abe Lincoln, the Pope and the Three Stooges, especially in conjunction] I get the feeling I'm going to like this movie more than most. There is some objectively beautiful cinematography.

There was a guy staring at my cock at a urinal, so I told him to gtfo. (He was a nerdy Asian, so I wasn't interested in him staring at my cock). I saw him later on. The guy apparently just stayed in the bathroom all day looking at dicks. He spotted me, so I was going to threaten him with the throat slitting gesture, but on a whim I went for the "Fork in the throat. You" move that Viggo Mortensen did in Eastern Promises. It's actually way better. That's my new default threatening gesture.

I think it's over your head.

Don't apologize. I won't tip people if I think they're ugly.

Dethklok - Dethalbum It's Dethklok bitch, you already know what it is. Yes, I do legitimately like it that much.

I did that at IHOP last week! Security tends to fluctuate with locale. There's this one Carl's Jr. in SF where the security guard is hard as nails. If you've seen those Unforgivable videos on youtube, he talks just like that guy. There's tons of bums around, so that's primarily what he's there for, chasing them off.

Perhaps surprisingly, I count myself as a Foo Fighters fan. I wouldn't lump them in with those other terrible bands (although that "nice shot" song is passable).

I'm not sure where the stereotype came from, but it has validity. I think it's more of a love for menthols in general, with Newports being the most popular. But like I said before- I'm very, very white, and I smoked nothing but Newports. But I never had one black man or woman not react with great joy when they bummed a smoke from me and discovered the fact that I smoked Newports. Black smokers apparently have good taste as a whole. Kools are pretty popular too. I never liked menthols. I smoked Marlboro reds, and sometimes people would complain a bit at bumming those off me "You're gonna kill me, man! Get some lights!" They'd always take it, though.

Nobody. I actually have several fans who read my shit on here, but don't post. Inviting your love interests is a bad idea.

Rocky Horror.

I don't mind either of those GnR covers.

I loved the hell out of Doomsday, myself. I considered it the best movie of it's type I'd seen since Shoot Em Up.

That's true, but I also consider Begins to be somewhat overrated. It's good, but mainly I think that what got people into it was that you could tell there was going to be a really great Batman movie coming... but Begins wasn't it. Which, by all appearances, is Dark Knight.

Two crazy people I saw fighting today were your standard homeless black guy and this guy: a fatter version of Milton from Office Space, dressed, I swear to god, like a 1920s golfer. Knickerbockers, plaid pants pulled up to his nipples, beret with poofball. The black guy was calling him a honky cracker and stuff. After the black guy left, he turned to me and says "What was his problem?" *raises fist* "I'm white and proud of it!" It made me happy to be alive.

There's a part of me that misses smoking, but I don't want to smoke again. Maybe I should smoke those non addictive but worse for you cigarettes sometimes. The best part is putting them out on people.

He said that? Interesting, as the biblical horsemen are supposed to be in the future, negating his "since" qualifier.

Speaking of asking for cigarettes, I'd always get a sob story from somebody: "Man, can I get a cigarette from you? I just found out my wife was fucking my best friend." I'll just give you the cigarette, you don't have to earn it.

A lot of people won't throw their cigarettes on the ground. I mean, when there's no ashtrays provided, it's understandable... but I think the people doing it are the same people who just throw trash on the ground, ie black people.

I've always said it "with God as my witness", but I suppose either way makes sense. All these threads are converging, because now I've thought about Josta for the first time in years... the first energy drink I ever knew about, and I first saw it at am/pm.

I used to eat all that shit they have there when I was a kid. Stay away. Mess you up. Nothing wrong with the ice cream, though.

It should be "God as my witness", since you're the one usually pointing out such things. I've put pepper in Dr. Pepper. You know what I haven't had in a long time? A good old fashioned suicide. Think I'll do that next time I'm at a soda fountain.

We had the seductive black man on the radio here, talking about breakfast sandwiches. Talking like "A hot savory, buttermilk biscuit and so forth." It was frankly disturbing.

There's laws against a lot of things people aren't usually cited for.

The ice cream cone story reminded me of something I used to do with self serve cones: Remove the lower tray and stack ice cream a good three or four times the height of the cone. Balance it out the door and drop it into a dish. This was usually at am/pm, where they had, I believe 69 cent cones. Some Arab got mad at me once, and I threw it on the floor.