Holy shit I'm a tightly wound ball of nerves right now. Don't stand too close to me, the recoil could be concussive. It feels like electricity is coursing out of my fingertips. My vocal chords are the perfect pitch today. I'm totally and keenly aware. Don't know why I feel this way. I think the beautiful weather is playing a particular hand in it. I'm embracing Austin. Some days it just hits stronger than others, and today it's particluarly intense. It's definitely sending the needle into the red. I hope she doesn't notice tonight...after all, first impressions are the most important impressions, right? Today has been a good day. So far.
I really like feeling this way. I wish I could share it with people. If I could bottle it up, I'd keep a carton of it in my medicine cabinet and pull one out, and drink it down on the days where the world isn't so vivid. I am looking through a prism right now and the colors are fucking stellar.
To be continued....
AAAAAAAAANNND I'm still drunk. It's noon the next day...good God I got tore down last night, and apparently into today. Work is a fucking chore right now. It's Good Friday though, so its only a half-day. Liveable. More like Awesome Friday.
Well, I've solidified that my destiny will see me crashing head first into a big steamy pile of my dreams, or the alternative which is...ummm...shit man, there is no lid on what that could be. Anything I could imagine I suppose, and I can imagine quite a bit...no trouble there. I've got a big-ass future staring me straight in the face and I am thrilled by that.
I've also got a big-ass Summer staring me in the face. A Summer that I am going to put to good use. Austin is the perfect place to be in the Summer. So many bodies of water to dive into and get inebriated beyond all comprehension upon. Great outdoor bars and nightclubs where music fills the streets, interesting and friendly peeps, cute girls, and an international airport to jump a plane and scratch out when it all gets old. I've got a surprisingly large pile of airline vouchers that I intend to use this year and some of it this Summer. Finally making it out to California.
Cory and Matt's Pain-Killing Pacific Coast Highway Tour 2007. Set to take off with insanity and prepoderance. Matt's thinking of moving out there anyways, so it will give that fool a chance to prospect a bit. Plus, we're incensed with surfing again since Costa Rica (even though we're terrible...for now). Soooooooo free flights out there to get busted up by Mother Ocean, and a head spinning with alcohol and sedatives, mixed with shirtless beach wandering is on deck. Any and all are encouraged and welcome to join.
As I was drunkenly swaying in the stall last night, draining the poison (or making room for more), I strained to focus my vision on the wall and I read this beaut in red ink, small handscript, about eye-level above the toilet and I think it's bloody fabulous:
"I am the joke my mother played on the world."
Raw.
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I like to re-read this posting whenever I feel the urge to take a nosedive off the top of the Frost Bank building (see, I'm trying to use more Austiny suicide references. Makes it more interesting). The Pacific Coast Tour sounds incredible. I hope I can come with you guys. And then take so many painkillers I forget the trip ever happened. Prescription drug abuse is the best!!
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