From Writhe’s journal:
08-15-03
since the last time I posted anything other than the comic…
I guess I should start with Monica. We have been seeing each other every few days, doing neat stuff and having lots of fun on our dates. I have found out a lot more about her in the last week. She is originally from the mid-west and moved down here to get away from the snow. She works at a strip club as a cocktail waitress. She’s got a Bachelor’s degree in Archeology with a minor in French. She comes from a very large family… so large that she said, “they probably don’t even know that I’m gone.” She’s got some plans with her life but right now she just wants to sit back, relax and have some fun.
Yesterday we went to a mall and just kinda hung out for a while. My favorite part was playing in the video arcade for about an hour! She won most of the games where we fought each other and said that I was letting her win. I told her I wasn’t (even though half the time I actually was) and I blamed my poor game playing on the cast on my right hand. And then I jokingly turned it around and said that she was probably some video game tester or something and that’s why she was always winning. We had a laugh and ate in the food court. I got sick and had to run to the bathroom. I really don’t enjoy public restrooms. uck! In any case, we’ve been having a really good time together and…
I think I want to ask her if she’d like to be my girlfriend… but it makes me kinda nauseous thinking about asking her.
Anyway, I saw Shine on Tuesday… or should I say ‘Shiner’? His nose has been straightened (I think he ended up doing it himself) and he’s got some dark(er) rings under his eyes. Most of the swelling has gone down and the cuts on his face don’t look nearly as bad as they did. He said he’s ok mentally but I can tell that he wouldn’t think twice about throwing down with those assholes again if he saw them. Unfortunately, like some of you have said, they’re probably back in their home towns, smacking their girlfriends around while secretly dreaming about taking it up the ass by guys with big mustaches.
Shine and I had bumped into each other about a block away from Cafe Mucha and without thinking, we walked over to it expecting it to be open. When we got there, we said, “Shit” at the same time. He owes me a Coke. After standing there for about 10 minutes trying to figure out where to go sit down and have a coffee and a smoke, the owner of the building backs his way out of the front door with some paperwork haphazardly shoved under his arm. He locked the door with one of the keys on this HUGE overfilled keyring and turns around. Shine and I had stopped talking when the door opened originally so the guy didn’t know we were there. He turns around and jumps when he sees us, dropping his paperwork and taking a step back with a surprised and slightly hateful look on his face. My first reaction was bending down and stopping the papers from continuing down the sidewalk as they were caught up in a slight gust of wind.
“Why don’t you people go somewhere else!” he managed to stammer in a derogatory tone.
“Sidewalk is a public place,” Shine was quick to reply.
“Ugh. You gutterpunks are all the same! Give me my papers and get away from my establishment. You’ve done enough damage already.”
I stopped picking up papers when the ‘g’ word came out of his mouth. “What did he just call us, Shine?”
“Dude called us gutterpunks.”
“Give me my papers.”
“These papers?” I asked and held up a handful of bunched up sheets.
“Yes those!”
At that moment another gust of wind picked up and I slowly let go. About half the sheets caught and started flying down the street.
“HEY!”
I clenched my fist again and looked around. My eyes stopped in the middle of the street and I actually smiled. After waiting for a car to pass, I walked out and placed what I had left on a pile of steaming fresh mule shit. Before they had a chance to blow away with the rest, I placed one of my skull tipped boots on top and pressed down with satisfaction.
I made it back to the curb where the guy was scrambling to pick up what he could from the sidewalk while Shine was busy hocking ‘loogies’. I scraped by boot on his door and we left.
Shine and I ended up finding some corporate owned coffee house where we had to order Grande instead of Large and I got yelled at for lighting up. We talked a bit but it just wasn’t comfortable. All these white collar people reading the Money section of the Picayune kept looking at us over their shoulders whenever we said a word like ‘fuck’ or ‘ass’. We left early because the drinks tasted like shit and the chairs were too stiff.
Shine told me that Boo hasn’t left her house in a while. She only goes out to check her mailbox and to go to work. She’s been trying to find another job but can’t because it’s still summer and there is nothing really available for bartenders. She applied at Harrah’s casino but was turned away because she has a visible tattoo. That’s pretty fupduck if you ask me. Ah, they have stupid uniforms anyway. SHine suggested that we go over to her house and bug her but I had to get ready for another date with Monica. Besides, she hasn’t called me in over a week so I figure that she want’s to be alone for a little bit while she figures things out. (That and I really don’t know how to talk to people that are depressed.) I’ll see her at the club on Saturday.
Yeah, I’m actually going to start DJing again this Saturday. I’ve been off for the last couple weeks and it’s been good but I want to get back up there. I got excited about spinning when I received my limited edition double disc set by Bruderschaft from Alfa Matrix in Belgium. Bruderschaft is a bunch of members of various bands that got together to do this one song written by some international DJ guy. It’s got members from Apoptygma Berzerk, VNV Nation, Icon of Coil and Covenant. Heh, I can’t decide which mix of the song I like the best…
