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06/08/2024 Friday. Upturned Garbage Can. Room 1507. JW Marriot. Downtown Dallas, texas.
Hot stuff. Very hot stuff. All day long, very hot. From the morning to the evening, very hot and juicy stuff. the sun beating down. Sucking down water at all times. At one point I had to piss, or I thought I needed to piss. I went into the bathroom, just across the way from where we were working, I stood in front of the urinal, I had drank like a gallon of water, in my mind I was saving up the liquid in my body, waiting for it to want to really come out. It didnt come out though. Just a little dribble that hung loose like a slug a half inch out of the tip. Just the tip. I teased on it for a second. thinking it was acting like an ingrown hair. But the solid urine was closer to being a noodle than a hair. Al dente. I bucked and squirmed. I started yanking. Soon I could feel the spaghetti noodle coming out. the slippery edges being pulled from inside of my kidneys, my bladder, my dick, I pulled a yard of coagulated urine out of my body like noodles. I could feel my anus relaxing. My stomach shifting. When I finally removed the whip that was my dehydration I slapped it on the urinal yelling, Indiana Jones! Indiana Jones!
It was hot today! too hot for working outside. And the work was so odd. Building a pop-up store in Dallas, texas? I mean, we had to take breaks every ten minutes just to stay alive. the sun bearing down like busters. I felt sick through most of it. Like back in 2020 or was it 2021? when we poured that foundation of concrete at the Compound, when we nearly killed Scott. the weather was deathly. A great adversary. So much sun. So much heat. And all of it so that BIC razors has a nice place for people to take pictures.
At the same time though, I flew down from Albany to do this job. the job I had been working on earlier this week was the kind of the opposite, not in the unfriendly nature of work, but in the idea that work is one way or another way, at G's school. Installing center driven motor line sets that needed to be welded to I-beams, that only Brook Bean could do and not only that, but Jayboo was scooting around on his back, on top of a dolly, like an internet turtle, pushing heavy things up into the steal with his muscular bench presses, meanwhile, Gary is getting slandered in the honey buckets because he has collected an entire hand spray of butt juice, and Handsome Jimmy and Jayboo's mom are taking a road trip up to Canada to get cheap smokes.
Such is life.
things are funny all over though. I am getting on a plane tomorrow to go to Los Angeles. I have never been to Los Angeles. Professor Curly won a Peabody. She has to give a speech. My guess is her speech will go like this:
"this is a movie, blah, blah, blah, women, government, such and such, I couldnt have made it without so and so and et cetera, and the best person in my life, Joey..."
At which point I stand up in the balcony, because I am relegated to the nose bleeds, because I cant catch a break, I stand up and yell:
"No shit, Sherlock!"
And the Peabody crowd goes wild and as I am dragged out of the venue by security.
What can you do? I am looking forward to going to LA. thats where movie stars live. the Black Dahlia. She got chopped in half! traffic and smog! Charles Manson! the canal things from terminator! Mussel and Franks!
I dont know, I have never been to LA and I am looking forward to it. I never wanted to go to Dallas, but here I am, I very much like Southwest Airlines. Fuck the rich. Fuck first class. Business class. Give us Greyhound busses all day, everyday! travel sucks. It, however, is a privilege. Did you know that only 1% of the world population has ever been on an airplane? I am poor as shit and I fly at least 10 times a year, what the fuck?!
But Southwest has a first come/first served thing. I love it! Sometimes when I think the world is going to hell, I experience a good thing like egalitarian air travel and feel better about things.
Murder the rich, capitalism doesn't work on it's own.
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You write it and I experience it, trying to squeeze out some pee! I hope LA does something for you besides cover you with smog and make you cough. 🩵give your sweetie a hug from me