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god this one's for you, dougie.
you're goin' to college, little guy.
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unhinged but it's the wrong way dude

your hotel is nowhere near there
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pat sajak it's gastronomical warfare 020331
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god i got a little disoriental, i guess.
first time in town and all.
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unhinged i ate there once. with him and damian. it was one of those long never-ending nights in youngstown. i think i had been playing my violin somewhere earlier that evening. i called him when i was done. he picked me up and we stopped over above paradise alley. he asked damian to drive out to becky's bonfire because he didn't have much gas. we stopped at the dairymart on mahoning for some alcohol on the way out. damian pulled out a roach on the way there. i asked him if he wanted to put it into a bowl. he was squished between me and damian as we puffed a bowl. he didn't look too happy about that and i felt uncomfortable but i was getting high. we got there eventually. sat outside around a nice big fire; it was a good night for a fire. i received some dirty looks from some of the other girls there but that was normal when i went somewhere with him. especially when he crouched down next to my seat and put his hand on my knee. it was one of those possesive gestures that i didn't quite understand; if any of those girls asked if we were dating i guess i would have had to say yes. but there had never been any words between us about it. he just put his hand on my knee like that; like i was his. there were a bunch of young kids there. i had fun fucking with them. there was this one boy in particular...his name might have been mike. i surprised him with my powers of deduction. he thought i was psychic. 'you know when the last time i smoked pot was?' 'thanksgiving.' 'no way dude, like how did you know that?' then he fell off the bench. amateurs. ha. somewhere between 3 and 4am we decided to go to the iron skillet. more like damian decided. and the girl that seemed to be the most pissed that i was there with him decided to go home with damian. and the four of us had to squeeze into the cab of damian's truck. 'are you afraid to drive with me?' 'nope.' it was a very long drive with his bony ass jammed into my lap. when we got there, the other chick had passed out in the front seat and wouldn't wake up. damian was going on and on about the breakfast buffet. he didn't have any money. they were tearing the buffet down. damian filled up a plate anyways. we sat there and talked for a while. i actually ate eggs. 'thank you so much for buying me breakfast.' 'it's no big deal.' we listened to one_lonely_visitor on the way back to paradise alley. we got back into his car and went back to his house even though my room was closer. 'i'm getting too old for that. i can't stay up all night like that anymore.' the hashbrowns were pretty exceptional. the decor was lacking. a truck stop mixed with a southern dennys. weird. 030610
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