No Fun Fest

I smoked a lot of pot today, all of it being publicly and not very hidden either.

I left my day off with being miserable, and later encountering a bum who told me to “get the fuck out of my, you fucking retard.” I swore I was about to get stabbed. There was no explanation for that. Then a bunch of normal things happen. For instance, like every time we are together, the weather decides to change it’s forecast to pouring. Stumble through puddles, sopping wet cigarette, antsy as fuck. We linger around inside, then nervously (well just me), looked for a spot to smoke. Ended up in a rather open viewed stoop, with code word “fuck that guy.” Later, I had ventured outside to have a cigarette. Bill went downstairs for another attempt to find the Asian in a white polo. I looked for a dry spot to stand, so was the 28 year old girl from Toronto. We were’t very far away, and I was slightly oblivious. We start talking, me smoking my camel light, her smoking this soggy paper. “Do you like weed?” I shrugged, then realizing she was smoking a joint not more than 30 or so feet from the entrance. I took a good hit. Then another. And another. When I went back in, Thurston Moore and Nancy Garcia were playing. She put on a very theatrical performance, and her voice went perfect with the noise. It was amazing. Night went on, blah blah blah. Burning Star Core was fucking awesome. Then the time I had waited for all night, Tony Conrad and MV Carbon. Earlier that day we mixed them up with some band that had the word Dinosaur in their name. I never have really seen a photograph of Tony Conrad before, but well his clothes didn’t match. Not that that has any significance. I literally seeped into a meditation while they played. I just droned out every thing except them. I couldn’t feel my body and I wasn’t aware of any thing. It was astounding, I’m still in awe. Utterly fucking mind-blowing. Their set ended at about 1:48am exactly. Very long, and I had to be home in 12 minutes. I got home at 4 am, I smoked a bowl on the walk home. Classy, eh? When I got to re-thinking about Conrad and Carbon’s set, I lost my brain. I don’t even know what to be thinking. All the sounds outside and in my room and every thing, as Bill said, “It all sounds so smooth after listening to four hours of noise.” It’s true. I want to produce noise music. I think that’ll be my summer goal. Holy fuck. I don’t even know. I’m so lost.

But at Penn Station there was a guy passed out with a half a slice of pizza. I was surprised no bums had copped it yet, and Bill stated how he really wanted to slap him with the slice of pizza. He flopped from one side to the other. He was down for good.

So here I am, 4:27 am: high, amazed, tired, hungry, and not even realizing I’m alive yet.

OH! They also had the best dj in the world. I couldn’t find a spot to add that in at, and I just though of it. Him and his beer gut had to be noted.