2:01 PM Tu 7-13-99
I'm in Cheetah's topless bar on Hollywood near Vermont. I've been riding around the new subway line, exploring. I just finished reading the paper. I must seem like a freak reading a newspaper in a titty bar. I kept getting flashed by a red light. "...shuffling down the street, people think I'm crazy...What's the matter with you boy?" Girl writhes in her bathing suit, mirrors and flashing lights all around. Should I play some pool? I'm down to my last six bucks. I think I spy an ATM. Uh oh. I have to go to work tonight. I had a little trouble navigating the multi-leveled underground labyrinth and rode the wrong train the wrong way a couple times. There's a big-screen TV in here in case you need a break from looking at wiggling asses. I don't know how I'll look reading Ernie in here. I just rolled a smoke. I didn't have a light. The barmaid said they were out of matches, but she dug a lighter out of her purse. It had little colored lights running through it, too. She sparked it for me, and I puffed. Kinda sexy. I feel a bit shaky today. What else? I typed fifteen. Ate a couple English muffins for breakfast. My beer's gone. My mouth's still dry. Had a bong hit before I left. I wonder if that contributed to my underground confusion. Georgita. [pencil drawing of Wild Spirit liquor label] What next? Pool table? . ? My smoke went out. A fellow at the bar has a T-shirt that reads, Life's too short not to be Irish. Beers are four bucks. I've got to leave by 3:30. I have an hour.
I'm in Cheetah's topless bar on Hollywood near Vermont. I've been riding around the new subway line, exploring. I just finished reading the paper. I must seem like a freak reading a newspaper in a titty bar. I kept getting flashed by a red light. "...shuffling down the street, people think I'm crazy...What's the matter with you boy?" Girl writhes in her bathing suit, mirrors and flashing lights all around. Should I play some pool? I'm down to my last six bucks. I think I spy an ATM. Uh oh. I have to go to work tonight. I had a little trouble navigating the multi-leveled underground labyrinth and rode the wrong train the wrong way a couple times. There's a big-screen TV in here in case you need a break from looking at wiggling asses. I don't know how I'll look reading Ernie in here. I just rolled a smoke. I didn't have a light. The barmaid said they were out of matches, but she dug a lighter out of her purse. It had little colored lights running through it, too. She sparked it for me, and I puffed. Kinda sexy. I feel a bit shaky today. What else? I typed fifteen. Ate a couple English muffins for breakfast. My beer's gone. My mouth's still dry. Had a bong hit before I left. I wonder if that contributed to my underground confusion. Georgita. [pencil drawing of Wild Spirit liquor label] What next? Pool table? . ? My smoke went out. A fellow at the bar has a T-shirt that reads, Life's too short not to be Irish. Beers are four bucks. I've got to leave by 3:30. I have an hour.
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