Month: January 2021

Okay, I should have wrote this down Sunday night after it happened but I just wrote “woman touching piss jeans” after telling this story to Ginny because she missed out…whatever this is.

So let me set the stage. We’re at a bar. I’ve just witnessed Tom Brady win a great game because the NFL is a fixed stupid piece of shit that I don’t even know why I waste my time watching it.

I do know why. My friend, let’s call him Byron, he’s my boy. I watched every Saints game last year and this year with him. He would stab me in the eye with a fork for one more season of Drew Brees to play but I love him.

So the entire night there is this woman dancing, just having a good time. Not young but not too old, it’s tough not to enjoy the acceptance of herself dancing around the bar and talking to people.

Eventually the bar starts to die down and a very non descript white dude walks in and starts to talk to her while she’s alone. My table just kinda looks back at the TV and Byron gets up to go pee.

He gets back and he can’t stop laughing. Byron is a…dry motherfucker, it’s tough to make him crack a smile but he is laughing. I want to know, tell me, what is it.

So now when he tells me this story, the obvious skeptic in me comes out but when I say “no dude stop fucking with me”, he didn’t make this up.

He tells me when he goes into the men’s bathroom the dude is pissing into the urninal but has the jeans and boxers all the way down.

Into the puddle of a hundred dude’s piss, just soaking it all up, like a piss tampon.

Byron goes into the only other stall that’s the actual toilet is and is trying to pee while laughing.

I seriously have never seen or heard of this outside of a movie/tv show and my mind begins to spiral.

Literally probably a hundred dudes pissed in that one urninal since there is only one plus the toilet.

He’s taking that chick home based on their touchy whateverness. She’s in the car with him and she’s running her hand down his piss soaked jeans.

Jeans soaked in Byron, well, not mine because I pee in the toilet with the seat up and flush using my boot, but ALL the people who won’t just piss in the toilet instead of standing in a puddle of dudes piss that I don’t even want to get on my fucking boots!!$@#$@#$@#$@#

Yeah, so I’m like live blogging this to Ginny the whole time like…just…

We all start discussing this, like where did life fail him to say…when you pee, especially when there is piss on the ground, just kinda hold one thing with one hand and the other with the other and it works out.

Fuck, now I’m sad, maybe he didn’t have a dad but…no, someone should have along the way, beat him up in highschool or said something in some other mutual pissing situation to just…

Also, it’s kinda socially okay to wear jeans until they, in my terms, smell like butthole, but like does he put those on the next day for brunch?

Yup.

Things are obviously bad…just not going well. I feel like I’m in one of the worst possible cities to live in during a pandemic. I am a firm believer it’s not “ending” and we’re going to end up like Flint Michigan after foreign cars became a thing.

I’ve been getting work in other cities, it can work in a sense. I’m not a bad sales person. We have a nice portfolio. Just need to charge more.

Anyway, the reason I’m writing this is for legal reasons.

For the last…i mean like probably 6 months, my neighbor has been trying to sell their unit. I’ve made it a personal mission to ruin her. I dunno why, I just don’t like the way she looks? Damn when I type it out, I don’t know why I hate her, I just feel like if I had a glass of wine with her we would disagree with a lot of things. Or I’m a sadistic asshole?

So back when the weather nice I usually leave the doors open on the condo and you know, blare Marilyn Manson during the work day. That makes it a little tricky to sell a condo unit. I mean, I guess unless you are enlightened enough to enjoy that kind of music.

I have to admit, I’ve gone a little overboard a few times with the Hitler youtube speeches that I’d put on when I see her showing the place. Yes, I’m being a asshole for new reason so don’t bother saying it…

Reminds me, the other day when I was at Ginny’s and had the joy of yelling ALEXA PLAY SLUT GARDEN

Smell pleasures in life.

So back to the reason I’m writing this. On New Year’s eve, I lost some weed. Just couldn’t find where I put it. I’m pretty good at not losing things, just not 100% I know where it is. Ginny finds it in her car while on the road about to drive to Texas. That’s obviously a bad idea, going to drop it off with me.

She calls when she’s outside and it just happens to be when the realtor is here. I’m walking down in my camo pants and flip flops and they ask me what it’s like to live here.

It’s finally happened, it’s my time. I have/had been drinking all morning to get rid of the hangover, really need to eat, etc so I’m in perfect form to talk to them.

I started immediately into “there’s been a lot of suicides here” and talking about ghosts and how you shouldn’t do hallucigens here.

Woman realtor looks fucking horrified, the client seems almost intrigued like “ohhh okay”.

Anyway, I was texting Ginny if I ever die and it “looks like a accident”, it’s that bitch realtor that killed me.

so…yeah, let’s see.

Ginny cooked/baked for me. It was awesome, I will follow up on all of this but I just wanted to put something into ink to remind me about this weekend.

It was a…it gets to that line where I can’t write about it on the site because I don’t want this published online and she doesn’t either.

Anyway, saints shit the bed. They didn’t even pretend to try to win…I shouldn’t feel too bad, I wanted them to win, I cheered, we cheered…and sad.

Whatever, it doesn’t really “relate to me” as a person or a business but it actually does. As a business, any publicity, even tho we don’t even want or should even allow but just…fuck, i don’t even know. Fucking covid is killing everyone, our tourism based city is dying.

She reads this site occasionally but it’s terrible to say that I almost just want to abandon life if she leaves me. It’s never good advice to say things like that to someone, no one should ever be “the reason” and she isn’t, I have a lot of “strengths” here but the weaknesses are burning into my head.

Whatever. Everything that happened was nice. Everything after the last mardi gras, nightmare mode. Also, you’ll notice on the date of this post, we haven’t had the presidential inauguration riot that’s coming up on this wednesday.

I have a lot of real intense emotional experiences with Ginny, which will obviously be a real to slit my wrists if she breaks my heart, but I told her we need to spend the night Biden goes in together because I want someone to reload while I shoot.

This is chapter 2 of the end. I’m going to start stockpiling canned foods. Ginny seems still very fond of me, I can see her eyes when I think about her but she maybe probably hates me too…whatever.

Figured I’d write here…I have a hour and a half before I can drive homewithout sitting in fucking grid locked traffic.

Today is Thursday. Ginny and I have been spending Wednesdays together as a habit. A nice break through the week to spend time with each other. I love it. We also always do it at her place on those nights so she cooks a amazing meal and it kinda takes ownership for her over the place? I dunno. It’s nice being somewhere besides my pier 8 cell or my temple in midcity.

We’ve been spending a lot of time together for months now but I still feel this extreme worry that it’ll end. I mean, when you think about it, it’s not even that wild to think that the ultimate end is misery for both of us, because it always has. God, that’s fucked up but maybe that’s the reason I’m feeling that?

Overall things are fucking awful. I can’t seem to get any money flowing into the business. I want to just give up and sit in a cubicle and update a daily status log of what I did. Spend the evenings in the gym and get drunk alone and watch tv before I start it again.

Actually no, that was fucking awful when I did that last time. Just as miserable without any of the freedom.

Just shut the fuck up. You need more sales people, it’s not a complicated problem. I don’t like to talk about work on this site, this site is for sex, drugs and rock and roll that web design just maybe funds. I was the happiest with I had S.O. selling for me. I’m going to call him right now, can use his some of his energy over the phone to figure out what the fuck to do with this month.

No mardi gras, no jazz fest, no football tourism money. No one making money, no one spending it.

On a plus, I’m getting my sailboat towed on Friday to get it…livable. My ultimate backup plan is in process. It’s like living in a van but without the luxury of ground below it. Can’t…wait.

I love that answer when people asks how I’m doing. I mean sure, there is a very warm civil war brewing in this country, I can barely make my payments to my team and you know, the pandemic that is killing people and also killing the ability for me to meet with people in person which is..yeah.

My mind raced through all this yesterday as I drove to Ginny’s for dinner. God, she is such a fucking good cook. I thought I was pretty good in the kitchen but now I’m like “I’ll just rub your shoulders after”, take the garbage out and put the bag back in the trashcan kinda thing.

Everything will be fine.

I haven’t been writing on here about it but I’ve been making “things” with yeast, apple juice, cranberry juice, lemonade, etc. Letting it ferment for a few weeks/months and then, well, yeah.

So to catch you up on it, I’m doing it like software updates, documenting each a google doc with what I put in it, when, etc.

So version 1.0 was sloppy, I did 6 bottles of 3 liters, each different sugar, ingredients, etc. I’m drinking some of it right and I’m kinda happy with myself how well it turned out.

Version 2.0 which I started over 2 weeks ago and is probably ready for “processing” is really exciting. I threw in a bunch of red chili pepper into the mango, apple juice bottles, should be interesting.

I typically do my hooching on Mondays when I work from home. I’m hurting on money bad because of…reasons…but I still added 2 bottles of apple juice to my instacart order. It gets here and I decide to boil some water with some black tea and rosemary that I cut from a local resturant’s rosemary bush.

Prepped some red star yeast in some warm water, dumped it in, shook it and it’s off and going. I checked on it today and they are moving forward but I honestly think I might start using this site to document when and what I do instead of trying to use a spreadsheet.

I’m glad tomorrow is Friday. This has been a shit week but whenever I feel fucking sad I remember how great life is at this moment.

It’s all smooth sailing
From here on out

Super early on I realized that Ginny wasn’t really a movie person like I am. I’m okay with that because it’s allowed me to really go down the rabbit hole as far as just terrible fucking movies that are not really enjoyable to watch.

It was in a previous post but one of the first weekends we watched Kids, Requiem for a Dream and Spring breakers.

This weekend I dialed up One Hour Photo with Robin Williams which is a sad yet horrifying movie then put on Hard Candy which is a absolutely terrifying movie as a…person like me.

She also told me she had never seen Goodfellas so we had to put that on. We got halfway through Casino, which is a long movie, maybe can finish it next weekend.

We both have lists of movies she hasn’t seen. We got 12 Monkey’s lined up for next weekend, I love that movie.

Also we watched The Gentlemen which was a fucking astonishing movie. Guy Richie is a fucking national treasure. Well, not our national treasure but a treasure regardless.