FRANKIE

Hella Drunk,
Stumbling through city streets.
I’m a mover not a shaker, so my third stop is Chicago.
I observe….
If you fashion.
I want to see what you are wearing tonight.
And maybe in the morning.
Hopefully ill be awake by then.
Maybe we will converse.
I have abstract conversations.
Starting with this one…
I met a man waiting for a bus.
He talked to me about the return of the 80’s style and footlocker reissues.
A young guy,
With one of those Pray-the-gay-away-Christian-style camp hair cuts
Hella neck hair though.
“My 75 dollars could have gone to a better cause”
“Shopping IS a better cause”
“You can’t make me feel better about spending.”
Fly guys.
Fly gals.
I got yelled at on the train
Old dude
Maybe mid 30s
Bald as hell but grew a grotesque beard to make up for the lack on top.
I bet to myself his beard was riddled with every viral disease ever.
And if I rung it through my hands, vegetable soup would squeeze out.
But I choose not to.
Instead I listened to him yell at me about stepping on his foot.
His bare feet strapped in sandals in this 40 degree weather.
Ew. Man toes.
Not to mention he was wearing one of those Peruvian ponchos.
He was most definitely in that “Lets not give a shit for a while” part of his adulthood.
One 40oz to the head?
I’m way too inebriated for this.
I step off
Its 1:43am
Still and only
This girl was staring at me
She told me her name was Megan
Megan had long blond hair that smelled of currently burning cigarettes.
She had a rather sticky feeling about her
That scared me.
She had pale leathery skin and was oh-so-fake titted.
She reminded me of a “this era” Madonna
Ya know…
Everybody knew her and thought she was kind of cool and edgy.
yet she was kinda old
and no one was ever actually brave enough to fuck her.
She had two friends
Two black girls
Her colorful Negro pals giggled and eyed each other when they allowed her to say the word:
“Nigga”
She was a novelty friend
Some cool kids.
These cool kids liked to live wild as well
Druggies
“Doing acid in Acid wash jeans is where it’s at …you aint know?”
At least that’s what these two guys who looked like neighborhood drug dealers from the whitest and suburban part of Wyoming said to me.
Ghetto matching
like red onred
...on red.
“Ok. What does that even mean?”
Can we progress?
They were from LA and wanted to shit on Brooklyn’s club scene
Coke it up
From car-to-bar to foreheads touching toilet bowls.
All whilst feet never touch pavement
A fast track
An old friend came by
Adjustable starter cap
Sweaty mop top wife beater
He said to me
“Hey do you know where I can get some blow quickly, discreetly, and effortlessly?”
“BLOW?!”
I knew him from back in the day
He said he had tremors because of a car accident
They had gotten worse......somehow
My friend asked
“What’s wrong with him? why is he shaking”
I Blankly replied
“He’s a craftsmen, it’s a lack of a skilled craftsman’s problem”
I didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about.
We laughed
I was high enough.
He looked as if he had been constantly listening to heavy metal songs in reverse for the last week.
And his life had become progressively terrible ever since.
His drug habit had reminded me of a story I heard
Of a guy dropping all his coke on the ground at virgin fest
And all the other sweaty hipsters and aging hippies pounced on the wet grass trying to sop up the last of it.
Fingers to mouth.
Fingers to nose.
Get it in
Any way you can.
Aah….virgin fest.
Never been.
Plan to.
I plan on a lot of things.
swear.

Santeria

If im feeling down i can always go to this song to make me feel better.

The rhythm,the sadness,and humor of it all is just great ass music.
love sublime

MONEY SEX FABRICS

Thinking......
If you dont know who bad brains is,where they are from, what they did for music, or even any of their songs..... and your rocking their clothing. Please slice open your own skull now. I dont like you. and you
shouldn't like you either.

And what is this shit?!! dont do that please.