5 arguements in just past west covina. Route change! We are now going through 29 Palms to Flagstaff.
We are trying to recast entourage the tv show with all the characters from the dark knight. Feel free to chime in. So far we have the joker as ari gold. And michael caine as eric the little manager. The only rule is that the joker has to be ari gold.
Also. Some piece of shit threw a rock through the back window of my car last night. I swear I am totally ready to shove some pencils up peoples nostrils.
I'll deal with it when I get back.
after 8 weeks away the exhaustion at a peak on the fight home i spilled my almost empty drink on the feet of the guy next to me. i put my computer down, the battery was dead, i apologized profusely. i cleaned it up, i called the flight attendant. i pulled out my book. the plane landed and i left my computer. it's gone. i spent the last 2 hours at the airport filing a police report. the plane wasn't cleaned. it went straight to a hangar. they sent a dude to check it out. he claims it wasn't there. i think he probably stole it. they say maybe another passenger took it after i got off. i find that hard to believe seeing that it was between the wall and the seat. regardless, it's gone.
so, sorry, if you live in LA i thought i would see you at the art opening tonight it was to be a surprise. now, i am disgusted and unsettled and hopper is leaving first thing in the morning driving back to chicago. i am going with her. so i'll be gone another week.
let me know if you wanna watch the tivo.
i'll buy a new computer in tulsa if this one doesn't turn up when lost and found open their doors on monday at 8:30 am.
i'm in toronto and it's getting late. normal late for me, recently, would be like 5:45 am. that's when i've been finally closing my eyes. now, it's 3:03 am. but i have to actually go to work tomorrow, something i haven't done in 4 days. at 11:30 am to boot.
i've been imprisoned in toronto in a hotel that's fancy but only has paper cups for some reason. there is a safe in the closet and a flat screen tv. i have watched batman on pay per view no less than 4 times since i've been here. it could be 6 though. still wanting to be the joker for some reason. still wanting to make a pencil disappear up someone's nose. batman: 6. step brothers:1 is the pay per view score.
i did escape into the semi cold, semi snow one day with the help of kevin drew. he picked me up took me to a diner and took me to a movie. it was like a date. i enjoyed it. especially the movie. we saw the new jean claude van damme movie. you don't know about it, unless i already told you. i know you think you know about it. but you don't. he plays himself. it's an act of contrition. a redemption film with 4 minute monologue that will bring you close to tears. you will see real acting. and real life. it's an exceptional movie, i think. all i can say is that it touched me. but what do i know about movies. let alone belgian cinema.
i know that i discovered my new favorite artist at the Art Gallery of Ontario. unfortunately not in any of the galleries of their freshly opened Frank Gehry building. instead it was in the basement bookstore where i flipped open a book that said "tracy emin" on the cover.
one page: a drawing, just words reaally. kind of crazy handwriting. it says:
"no you go fuck yourself Like Just go fuck the world You give them what you got. i don't want any part of it"
the facing page: a neon light that says: "fuck off and die you slag"
but you keep flipping through this book and there is lots of talk about love in the gnarliest terms possible. and it felt the same as that movie that i saw, JCVD. maybe you had to be there. i left the bookstore empty handed. i IM'ed with my two friends that would actually admit to having been riot grrls. they both knew this woman, tracey emin, immediately. and i felt out of touch. i thought about those drawings all night and how i hadn't ever felt a connection, a visceral response like that to any art work i had seen in the past. and i thought my excuse for not buying the book (it was too heavy to travel back to LA with) was lame. so today after i bought the TOP GUN soundtrack for work. i went and bought the book.
i think this is it. i think this is over. maybe not. who knows. but you can stop checking regularly if you want to. i just think that the way i felt when the video below was shot. that day. that show. can't be topped. and now that it's at an end. i don't care. all of it. the way i felt. the show i care about. it was and probably will be the pinnacle of my touring career. my first balloon drop. when the cameras start multiplying at about the 1 minute mark. that's it. so here it is me in a nutshell. positive and negative. all in one. high and low.
i could see it on the big screen on the wall opposite the stage tonight. barack's acceptance speech happening in real time to a soundtrack of TI mashed up with elton john. nine inch nails to kelis. kids hands in the air in the foreground. and while i stood upstage near the screen with our projections of flaming basketballs, hamburgers on the moon and pot leafs, i totally felt my cynicsm wash away. i felt bad that just the other day i had written "i don't give a shit about barack obama". i do. and then i got suckerpunched in the back of the head by a drunk frat boy with a glow stick necklace and after falling to the ground with him with my large mag lite flashlight pushed into his throat only to wind up with him on top of me and no security around the joy was gone. washed away by my disgust for extacy and coke addled teens. and it stayed gone until i watched that speech again, this time with the proper soundtrack and felt truly and deeply inspired and filled with hope. excited that the next time i am returning to the states on a plane and i think that the US is the best country ever it won't only be because in most places you can go to a grocery store 24 hours a day or because we have hbo. it will be, i believe, because we will have some profoundly isnpired leadership.
thanks, ohio. and montana. so close. i love you too.
okay. whatever. again. i am just saying that if come january barack is not president and that's cause ohio went to mccain. wait. even if he is president and ohio went to mccain i won't be coming to ohio unless it's for my job. sorry bro. i don't really give a shit about barack obama either. but all i know is that if you guys let that fucking nut job woman get any closer to being president of this country than she already is that is a harsh harsh bummer and i don't think i can stomach it. also. if mccain becomes president and illegalizes abortion your chances of having some pretty insane nieces/nephews/grandkids increase exponentially. just saying.