Sunday, March 20, 2005
The Last Time I Gave a Shit, I Got Fucked
I finished 'High Rise' this week. What a mind bomb that book was. It made me want to get in fist fights. Me getting into fist fights is not a good idea. Mostly because my hands are registered weapons.
I went to the mall yesterday with Stephan and Greg. Some kid in a NOFX hat and a Propagandhi hoodie gave us cut-eye. Gerry said it's because we were three emos. Before we went to the mall everyone was telling us that there was no arcade in the mall. We proved those fuckers wrong and hung out in the bowling alley like bangers.
We spent close to 20 dollars trying to win enough tickets to win a fireman's hat. It was 200 tickets and we ended up with 185. How's that for bullshit? We had to settle for a race car set where these cars defy gravity and do a loop-de-loop and 3 harmonicas. If there had been skee-ball games there we would have cleaned the fuck up.
I went into Coles and I picked up the Jose Canseco autobiography. When I was like 10 Jose Canseco was like the next Mickey Mantle. I bought and traded for any Jose Canseco baseball cards I could get my hands on. I even bought his twin brother's card. I thought Ozzie Canseco was going to be something other than a loser who gets arrested in bar fights. I guess I was naive enough to believe that talent had something to do with genetics and not steroids. A one point in my life I debated calling the Jose Canseco hotline. Talk about your lowpoints. I assume this is around the same time that my spring and summer wardrobes were being purchased at the Biway.
After holding the book in my hands, leafing through the index, I decided this jackass was not getting any more of my money. So I bought Art Spiegelman's new book. According to Ted Rall though, Spiegelman is the Canseco of the Cartoon World.
I finished 'High Rise' this week. What a mind bomb that book was. It made me want to get in fist fights. Me getting into fist fights is not a good idea. Mostly because my hands are registered weapons.
I went to the mall yesterday with Stephan and Greg. Some kid in a NOFX hat and a Propagandhi hoodie gave us cut-eye. Gerry said it's because we were three emos. Before we went to the mall everyone was telling us that there was no arcade in the mall. We proved those fuckers wrong and hung out in the bowling alley like bangers.
We spent close to 20 dollars trying to win enough tickets to win a fireman's hat. It was 200 tickets and we ended up with 185. How's that for bullshit? We had to settle for a race car set where these cars defy gravity and do a loop-de-loop and 3 harmonicas. If there had been skee-ball games there we would have cleaned the fuck up.
I went into Coles and I picked up the Jose Canseco autobiography. When I was like 10 Jose Canseco was like the next Mickey Mantle. I bought and traded for any Jose Canseco baseball cards I could get my hands on. I even bought his twin brother's card. I thought Ozzie Canseco was going to be something other than a loser who gets arrested in bar fights. I guess I was naive enough to believe that talent had something to do with genetics and not steroids. A one point in my life I debated calling the Jose Canseco hotline. Talk about your lowpoints. I assume this is around the same time that my spring and summer wardrobes were being purchased at the Biway.
After holding the book in my hands, leafing through the index, I decided this jackass was not getting any more of my money. So I bought Art Spiegelman's new book. According to Ted Rall though, Spiegelman is the Canseco of the Cartoon World.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 11:43 AM 
