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uSe it UP WEar it OUwt make it DO OR do wiThOuT Wed|05.01 Things that have disappeared from the city since I've moved here, in order of them coming to my mind. Zims, the one at Van Ness and Market and the one at Van Ness and Geary. Didn't care for either one, really. Bleck. Northpoint Theater, the first place I saw a movie here. It wasn't good, it was Al Pacino and Ellen Barkin and I can't remember the name of it. Theater rocked, though. HUUUUUUGE. Royal Theater, while we're going through moviehouses. I loved that skanky place. Once saw that guy from "Twin Peaks" coming out of there while I was going in. He was all scruffy. Ummm, the sheriff. I can't remember his name either. And the Alhambra, where I saw "the thief his wife their friends and the cook's lover" or whatever that was called. Yuck. Sure sure, it's a masterpiece or whatever. Thought I'd puke. Beautiful theater that was, I used to look up at the ceiling while waiting for a movie to start. The Regencies, both I and II. Didn't care for them much, but. Pasqua's, which are now all Starbucks. Their coffee seriously fucked me up. I mean, SERIOUSLY I would be shaking and hallucinating. That was their regular coffee, their espresso drinks were fine. Not as strong. The Driftwood is now Al's Sports Bar or something. Not that I loved the Driftwood. The Blue Lamp is still the Blue Lamp, but I haven't been in there in years so I don't know if it's the same or what. Ummmmm. The Firehouse. BART (Bay Area Records and Tapes) moved across the street from itself years ago, but I looked for it the other day and didn't see it. A couple used bookstores up from the Lumiere are gone. The coffee shop across from my old apartment house is a bar now, but K.O. Books is still there. I think. Haha. I know I'm basically talking to myself. What else is new. The Beauty Stores all around town are either closed or called something else now. I have like 25 little punchcards from them that I guess I can throw away. No free item for me. Ohhhh, Spaghetti Western is gone. That's too bad. There's a coffeehouse now across from my apartment twice removed. That used to be a Montessori. Wish it was a coffee place when we'd lived there, but oh well. ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz >>untitled<< eet ees toosdae rain. curly curly rain rain curly rain curly. penguins. guadalupe. indians. domino. brak. cocococo. alkytraz. hypo these sis. demo na stra bull. german germane germaine. greer. colly. collie. calli o py. tunter huks frm gut shpell. I am the Walrus? I am the Walrus, Dude? Sun|04.28 Raaain. I miss a good rainstorm, with thunder and lightning and tree branches falling into the street. Running around to close all the windows on the east side of the house because that's the way the wind is blowing. Smelling the air. MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm So I can't think of a non-drug/drinking segue from a rainstorm and I'm tired of the stupidass lame druggie stories. Hmmmm. Oh well. Rain? NICE! Okay then. saaaaturday in the pparrrk blah blah bbee-bbee-do-dah-do-do Sat|04.27 I love when things end. I fear it and it's a relief when it finally happens. I can move on from the dread of the end to nostalgia about the whole hoo-ha, whatever it happened to be. It was going to end, it all does. Why not just FREAKIN END IT and get it over with? How can anyone enjoy anything. I grew up alone in my room, the youngest of five children. My stuffed animals tried to kill me almost every night. They moved closer, stealthy, while I screamed for my mother. She turned on the light, exposing them. Those fuckers. All stuffed and cute, no one suspecting. Planes continually felt like landing on my house and the house itself tried to catch on fire time and time again. I stopped it all with my mind. With the sheer power of thought I kept planes in the sky and my house intact. Sure I didn't get much sleep at night, but my family appreciated the sacrifice. Without my mind we would all be dead. You're welcome, family. Think nothing of it. Bought a smoke alarm for the house with my birthday money in fourth grade, and this saved some fuses from blowing in the old noggin. Now I just had to worry about the batteries of the thing, and everyone hearing it go off while asleep. There was no doubt the house would burn down; the point was to save everyone. It was just a matter of time. In sixth grade I got a whole new set of troubles--my brother was on the drugs! No lie. My neighbor Emmy told me he was smoking pot in the backyard with her older brother. Now, I knew about drugs, I'd seen the filmstrips. Read about kids killing their parents and then jumping off the roof, thinking they could fly. Splat. PCP, marijuana, heroin, not much difference. ALL VERY BAD. I listened for my brother to come home at night, waited for him to fall asleep. Phew. No deaths tonight. Quick check of the smoke alarm batteries, and it was to sleep for me. Another day gone with us all intact. What a freakin miracle. Thank you brane. You powerful and mighty motherfucker. aRcHiVeS | hOmE |
