themorningstar's journals

i just got back from a slick rick show and it was fucking awesome.  scion put it on so it was free.  oh yea, big daddy kane showed up too.  it was one of the most fun show that i have ever been to, i wish i could go back in time and go to that show again.

i love this time of year, fall makes me very happy especially when i wake and look out my window from my bed and it looks like this:

 

this past saturday night was supposed to be awesome:  my friend, who is like my little brother, was supposed to be coming up from georgia, it was his birthday and we were going to see Nashville Pussy, Hank III, and Reverend Horton Heat.   All told it should have been a thoroughly unbelievable evening.

what really happened was:  my friend showed up and started getting shitfaced immediately, and he's not exactly a happy-go-lucky fun drunk.  we get to the show and nashville pussy was awesome.  the place is packed and my buddy can't seem to master the concept of politely moving through the crowd and is simply shoving people out of his way.  one of the security gaurds comes and warns him to cut that shit out, he gets a repentant look and i think we're going to be alright.  then he goes to get another beer and it is apparently shove time again, on his way back with the beer someone in the crowd finally snaps and hits my buddy in the head repeatedly.  i'm unconcerned because my friend has a head of granite.  this is 3 songs into hank III's set, so by all means the concert still has a couple of hours left.  normally i would have let my buddy freeze outside as penance for his asshole-ishness, however several things cause me to do otherwise:  1) the security gaurds put both people out the same door alone.  2) it was freezing and my friend only had a t-shirt.  3)  if left to his own devices he would have ended up in jail.  4) it was his birthday. 
so i go outside and my friend is trying to get at the guy that hit him and nobody can seem to hold him back so i walk up and put him in a choke hold and drag him to the car.  the whole way home he bitches because he doesn't understand why he got kicked out, so i explained it to him repeatedly gettin a little more pissed off every time.

as a side note, as bad as this sounds that was supposed to be my first Rev. show.  i'm still kinda angry.

i used to work at a skate park and there used to be this one kid who was about 15 that i saw a lot of myself in.  his name was david and he was a little misguided but basically a decent kid.  well i just got a call from my buddy that used to work at the park with me and they found david dead in his dorm room on wednesday, he was 18.  they are waiting for the toxicology report to find out the cause of death, because his body showed no signs of trauma.  i have a feeling that it was drug related.  this situation has got me all fucked up, cause if it was drugs could i have said or done anything a few years ago to prevent him from taking that path?  that's just not a good line of thought though.

So i've been working at a head shop for going on 5 years, and i don't smoke the pot.  However, being around the glass blowers that long and seeing their work i have really grown to appreciat the art of it.  That being said, when this piece came in a couple of days ago i had to buy it due to its spectacularness.  So behold the awesomeness of a pipe that will never be smoked out of.

 

i want to get a wooden stand for it and put it on display.

So at 8:30 this morning while i'm trying to sleep and dream happy things on my day off, my phone rings and i do not get up.  it rings again and i go see who it is, it's my ex-girlfriend from like 5 years ago.   Apparently she is still drunk and i think that she is on the cocaine, and she was just sitting on her patio with her boyfriend and wanted to talk to me, so she did for about half an hour.  That has to be one of the strangest day starters i have had in a good long period of time.

So, thanks to Annaliese i can now access my account again.  I was just beginning to think that i might never be able to get back on here, and that made me sad.  But i'm back and that means significantly less sadness.

My life has been shit here lately, but i'm going to try something new to regulate myself.  I'm going for a somewhat more ascetic lifestyle, i.e. no booze, no smoking, no nookie, and no more shitty eating practices.   i also plan to get on a regimen of working out, basically i'm trying to get my shit into something resembling together.

I haven't been on here in a good long while,  I think it's cause I've actually starting dating someone.  I'm never home anymore, unless it's to sleep.  Yea, it's still at that early phase where you want to be in one anothers company constantly. 

Another bright note in my life;  I'm going to see the Pietasters this Saturday night.  I have never been to a Pietasters show that wasn't just fun as hell.  I'll mostly write about the damage that gets done to me at that show later this week.

 

Some friends dyed the mohawk last night.

Waiting on the bleach to do its thing:

 

After I get done being attacked, it's time for me to go kill Roger Rabbit:

 

One more step now that the orange has set in:

 

The finished product:

 

I think it turned out pretty damn well,  I'm kinda curious to see what my bosses are going to say.

So shaving my hair into a mohawk in the middle of January when it's like 25 degrees outside was probably not the brightest of ideas.  Now my whole head is cold except this thin strip down the middle.  But I'll deal with it, especially since some friends are gonna be dyeing it for me next weekend, I'll be sure to post pictures of it once it's dyed all orange and red.