MellyKitty

Before we get to the Vegas part I'll give some other crap about whats been going on in my life.

I took artistic pictures of my cat.

The fucking maintenance guy crushed my Hasta plant. :( I'm really bummed. It was doing so well and the bastard squished it with our table. I even moved it so he wouldn't do that. Prick. >:(

I have to redye my hair. I'm undecided if I'm going to do leopard print again or if I'm going to make Brian put zebra stripes in it. I will be adding blue to the hawk though.

I have more photo shoots set up for the end of the month. We're going to shoot in the hotel room too. It's going to be tons of fun. I have a "small gift project" that was given to me by a co-worker. He's a weird dude but he's really nice. He constantly apologizes for saying something the day before because he was afraid he may have come off as rude. He's silly. Whatever.

I'm also Monkey-napping Abu from my mom so I can take awesome pictures of him on vacation like what she did when I was a kid. She said he can't be in a strip club. I also have goals that I want to accomplish in Vegas. I may or may not be around for the next week or so due to the drunken debauchery so if you don't hear from me for a week don't worry, I'll be back. :)

BTW: Anyone out in Vegas that wants to hang out my fone number is 303.981.4428 text me or call me and we can get a drink or something :)

Here are my ten goals for Vegas:

1. Get my picture taken with at least 6 Elvis's
2. Rent a hooker for minimum 1 hour
3. Get a lap dance from a stripper with brown hair and blue eyes
4. Ask one of the prostitutes at the Bunny Ranch what title they prefer
5. Ride the roller coaster at New York New York
6. Get a new tattoo
7. Play craps
8. Go to the wax museum
9. Make a new friend
10. Drink a 3 foot long island

I just got a text message that reads, "People are like slinkies. They don't have much of a purpose but they make you smile when you push them down the stairs."

Anyway, I had the greatest adventures on Saturday. Why you may ask? Well I'll tell you.

So Saturday was Scotty's huge August party. There were tons of people there and it was lots of fun. I left around 8 to go to the Guttermouth show. Scotty wanted a t-shirt and I just wanted to go. I ended up going by myself. It was a bit nerve racking to go alone.

I quickly made new friends at the show. I made friends with the merch dude and security guards. While hanging out with the security guards I got to meet Guttermouth and King Rat. The lead singer for King Rat gave me a free CD and the guitarist for Gutternouth gave me a beer. That's when I discovered that PBR makes a lite beer.

His name is Dave and he hung out with me and watched New Skool Kings with me. He was drinking what he called a "scud". It's red wine and redbull. It was a bit nasty but I was drunk at the time so I liked it.

After the show I stopped by Dave's hotel and picked him up. We went back to Scotty's house and drank more. Dave told me he needed to be back at the hotel around 4am but we didn't leave until around 7. He kept pouring drink after drink and kept saying, "We'll leave after this one." Potter and I ended up completely sober by the time we left.

Dave, on the other hand ended up so drunk he was running into walls and knocking over benches and tables. When we got back to the hotel he fell out of the truck. It was awesome.

Here's mine and Potter's bedroom. All the way around. I love our room. It's cozy and roomy. My Foxy is on the bed. He's my hero (sorry Mojo) and cuddles with me all night long.



These are my favorite things in my room. I have band posters. The one on the right is from the concert Potter and I went on as our "first date". Then I also have my autographed Alkaline Trio picture and all the band pictures I've drawn.

The Incarceration of Nicholas Mojo: Installment 7

After I got back home I sat on the bare mattress to think things over. I had gotten myself in some big fucking trouble without even a second thought. I am Chicken Little. The sky just hit me on the head and I started writing this in one final fit of clarity. It's not so much a confession as it is an explanation. The life that was given to me has turned me into what I am, or so I thought. I realize now that my own insecurities have turned me into a prisoner.

It's a sad thought to realize it took two murders, a broken tv, a burned feather and a rope to realize that. Those books on my shelves were not friends to me. They never warned me that this was coming. They were more or less like false idols. I worshiped the hard cover and paperbacked icons on my shelves for their ridged spins. I find now that I never had one.

I'm going to follow the shaman's advise and enjoy the rest of my life. I'm going to sit on the roof of my building for a bit and enjoy the cool rain. The moon is full. We must have gotten at least three to four inches by now. It's good. The trees in the park will thrive because of this rain. I only wish I felt the same.

And, in true spineless fashion, I'm going to take this..... manifestation of my mind with me. It will stay in my pocket where the red feather once inhabited. After the sun just graces the top of my building, with thoughts of that perfect night with my love, I'm going to become the sky to someone else's Chicken Little.

The Incarceration of Nicholas Mojo: Installment 6

I set out in the rain to find the shaman. I was completely unsure as to what I was going to do. I was intelligent but I sure as hell was not smart in any way. If I had known that then I wouldn't be in the mess that I'm in now. I may know formulas in math and science but the formula for murder? I had never thought of murder before. Plotting to murder someone is a great strain on the mind. I needed asprin. In two days I consumed an entire bottle in less than two days. I started walking to the drugstore. Then, once again, he was there. He stopped me.

"You cannot kill me Nicholas." He seemed far to calm for that revelation. "Oh? And why can't I?" My initial thought was that he was some sort of manifestation of my guilt. He wasn't even real. I started to feel sicker by the second. Every thought I came up with in regards to why I couldn't kill him was eating me alive. "You don't have it in you to kill a third person." A third person? Who was the second? Had I really killed two people?

I had killed two people. I strangled that man that was pounding my love. He's the reason the tv and the other glass was on the floor. I had forgotten that I killed him first. Indigo was still tied up when I did it. She was screaming and struggling to get out of her sex bondage. I remembered standing over her. Her dead lover was on the floor behind me. All I said to her, as calm as she had been, "Do you mind?" She told me I was fucking crazy. She was a sitting duck. I got down on my knees and stroked her hair as lovingly as I used to. I assured her that it would be quick. She started crying. Tears can't save lives. Pray doesn't work either.

I remembered taking his body down first. Then hers. Took her out in a black trash bag. I threw her in the dumpster that we used to throw all our garbage in. I threw her away without a second thought. I went back upstairs and felt as though I couldn't breathe. That's when I met the shaman for the first time.

"You're right." He looked me in the eye for the first time. "I can't kill you." He put his hand on my shoulder. He told me that soon I would be arrested and my mind was going to be wasted. I felt as though it already was. He let my know of his affiliation with the police and that if I turned myself in that I could get a deal. I removed his hand from my shoulder and told him tho go fuck himself. He told me to enjoy the rest of my life and let me go.

I wanted to know what he meant by that. I got my advil and went home.


.......................to be continued...........................