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Emo Diaries of LiveJournal Past - Episode 2 - The Fat Guy from the T-Lounge Incident

Originally appeared in LJ on September 12th, 2004.  Jesus Christ that seems like forever ago.  I used to care back then. Now I'm just wack!

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sorry i couldn't not talk about this i think it will help if i let it out on someone other than adrian....

the day goes as usual work then come home....we have a show....which would have been our cd release but we decided to postpone it till mid october...october 16th to be exact.....

we show up at the t lounge...turns out to be a rad show....we got ...thislife (that's how you spell their name seriously it's dot dot dot this life) to join all last minute....much much love to you guys for doin the show so last minute....we'll definately do shows together again....

so quickly to get to the point....at the end of the show ANONYMOUS MAN the OWNER of the t_lounge....i thought he was only the sound guy (not a good one at that)...but i was informed otherwise...oh and like i give a fuck....anyway....we play the show do our thing....then last song comes around....the mic "somehow" ends up on the floor...show was amazing by the way....lots and lots of fun of course i do need to thank the crowd as they are the ones who give us more reason to be there....then after we're done FAT MAN...i'm sorry SOUND MAN....wait wait i'm sorry FAT SOUND MAN WHO PROLLY GOT HIS ASS KICKED AS A KID FOR BEING SO FUCKING PICKY AND RETARDED comes up on stage to start putting everything away, mics cables etc...picks up the mic i was using (which kel brought up a good point i always use my own for the same reason which i'm about to mention) and says and i quote "hmmm seems like we have a problem" he shows me the mic (short for microphone) and the sphere at the top of the mic the part you sing into has a small hole.....the mic works fine....but it has a hole....emphasis on THE MIC WORKS FINE....but to him emphasis is on I'M FAT AND CAN'T DO A GOOD JOB AT RUNNING SOUND OH WAIT BUT MY MIC IS BROKEN BECAUSE IT NO LONGER LOOKS NICE.......i tell him oh that's cool man i can fix it....which was nothing more than changing the spheres again emphasis on MIC WORKS FINE....PERFECTLY FINE....so to fix the situation i go and get my mic and take off the sphere and exchange it with his....AGAIN MIC WORKS FINE

i take it to him and give it to him and he says...WOW I'M EVEN FATTER NOW THAN I WAS WHEN YOU WENT TO GO GET YOUR MIC...wait no he really said and i quote again...."HAHA ::small chuckle of course in a fat sarcastic way which proves my point of him getting his ass kicked as a kid:: your's is all messed up too"

by this time he's getting on my nerves....i'm super duper passive i very rarely let things get to me....but this guy seems to know where all my buttons are...maybe cuz he's fat and fat people usually just sit on top of everything...hence being fat....

then here's where my fuse was lit a 2 second fuse none the less....and i FUCKIN QUOTE LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW....."YOU GUYS DON'T MAKE ENOUGH MONEY TO BE BREAKIN SHIT"....oh man there was no better, quicker nor more efficient way to light my fuse.....who the fuck is this fat ass to say that i can't afford shit....fuck him fuck his fat and his.....well just plain fuck him....

so i grab HIS MIC and say "these mics were meant to take abuse" and i throw it as hard as i possibly could to the other side of the venue...see seeeeee....these things can take it....it can stand having small hole.....by this time i grab my actual mic and GIVE him my PERFECTLY WORKING MIC....with some cosmetic flaws which this guy who eats anything in his path sees as more than just a scratch....

he goes to get the mic i threw accross the place....and while on his way....he says "what the fuck is your problem"...but no this guy doesn't know....he has no clue what my problem is....he is only thinking of what hes gonna grab to eat on the way home....so i give him my mic and say here, here you go man a brand new mic....one that works to replace the one I BROKE THAT STILL WORKS BUT DOESN'T LOOK COOL...
then he says i'm gonna test them....what the fuck for i gave you a replacement....
so then i go back to putting my stuff away...and try to tune him out by then....a couple minutes later....i hear in the background " oh well guess what...." that's it...no conclusion just that..."oh well guess what...."...i was right and they worked... 

fucking fat ass so i put my stuff up and came home the end......

i don't want fat people to feel offended it has nothing to do with you but my idea of bringing out the obvious in people when they piss me off....not too many people are sucessful at it but this guy, holy fuck....

MORAL OF THE STORY....this is serious folks...

"IF YOU ARE STARVING, HUNGRY AS FUCK...SOMEONE HANDS YOU A SANDWICH....ARE YOU GONNA BITCH ABOUT IT HAVING MAYONAISE...SERIOUSLY.....FUCK YOU ASS HOLE....

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Emo Diaries of LiveJournal Past - Episode 1

Originally appeared in LJ on December, 12th 2008


So last night was interesting.  I've had plenty of dreams like this and there's more to it than the dream itself.  There's this complex structure that blankets all of them.  However to keep this first post about this particular subject matter concise, I'll only explain the dream and not the complexities that surround it.

I had a dream that I was at a park somewhere in town, though not visually representative of El Paso, it still had a sense of place, it still felt like home.  I was accompanied by someone and although I can't pinpoint who specifically the individual was, that's not important, it's mere presence however was.  I felt at ease.  I felt relaxed.  I felt accomplished. Thanks to whomever this being was made to resemble, I felt welcomed.  We continued walking and came to a foothill when I overheard someone say, "Hold on I think that's Jaycee,  remember, Airplanes Are Better?" I look up and across the street from us was a crowd of people sitting on some bleachers in a small open area sectioned off by a small two foot high wall that encircled the area.  The person whom I overheard was none other than Jim Ward of Sleeper Car, At The Drive-In, Sparta.

He calls me over and I comply eagerly.  Keep in mind, in the real world, I can't even so much as look this guy in the foot.  I spent much of my time admiring him for his and ATDI's accomplishments that when the time came in which I had the opportunity to shake the guys hand and say "thanks for the inspiration" I couldn't even mutter a sound.  It sounds gay I'm sure but it's kind of like when you have a crush on a girl and you can easily speak to any girl who's not her, or even her friends like the ho's they are, yet the minute she walks in the room you freeze up like cow getting slaughtered.  I tend to put people on these pedestals that they either don't deserve or in Jim's case, don't necessarily belong on.  That's not a bad thing.  I'm simply saying this because if I can just get over that, I may one day get some resolution to a slight qualm I have with him about something I may be making out to be something bigger than it really is or it could be that he has a wikipedia entry and I don't and somehow that determines social ranking.

So back to the dream.  It goes without saying that in the dream our conversations go on as they typically should.  We continue talking about touring and music and I take that since I discount Sleeper Car in real life, my mind does so in the dreamworld as well since there was no mention of the band and I only think about this now as I am writing this out.  This is where it begins to get strange.  Have you ever had those dreams where you begin to take control of everything and you know it's a dream?  Well, usually you start running shit ass fast and attempt to fly, or you pull a gun out from thin air and just start blasting people because you know no ones really gonna get hurt, but those back to back months of playing COD4 and exploring the wasteland of Fallout 3 have just built up, so you go crazy.  What do I do? I attempt to find away to ask a question that will finally resolve the aforementioned qualm I have, somehow thinking that real life will be altered if I somehow get an answer here.  My realworld memories carry over into my dream and I remember Jim constantly playing GTA in Sparta's tourbus, so I use it to my advantage and ask him if he's had a chance to pick up a PS3 yet.  Genius I know.  He says something along the lines of "You know what man not yet, but remember that 720p TV I bought at Circuit Central awhile ago", ignoring the fact that his reply was all sorts of wrong simply to be included in this guys decision to purchase one, I say "Yeah man, what's up with that?"  Genius again, I know, but settle down people I'm telling a story.  He tells me he's having problems setting it up to take full advantage of it and after a bit of back and forth dialect on settings and such I scream with joy at the chance to offer to help him myself, to which he responds by saying "fuck yeah that would be awesome."  I'm not sure if that was me controlling his voice to say that but seeing as it's all in MY head, I wouldn't be surprised.  So we set up a *gasp* date and he heads off to tell Christine, his wife the good news.

Suddenly we are now in his kitchen and I'm hanging with his friend Silas, who is sitting at the dinner table while I take a pizza out of the oven.  Christine, she may spell that differently I'm not sure, but for the sake of this post and in honor of Stephen King's Christine we'll keep it as is, looks alot like Bjork.  No one else tends to agree with me but she does, I don't care what any of you say.  So I see a not-so-Bjork-looking Christine, more of an Indian-looking yet not-quite-red-dot-between-the-brow-looking Christine walking down the hall.  She comes up to us and says "Eric died on his way to Village Inn." I wake up and BAM! That's it.  God damn it! Not only did I not resolve my first situation, now I gotta figure out who this Eric guy is.

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