Thursday, August 19, 2004

superchill trax

I'm listening to some superchill techno tracks right now (kaito - inside river) by maurice fulton, represented by milk.audio, and the guy looks like a professional skater my brother used to idolize. And that memorie is making me miss my bro and all the cool times we used to have. He now lives in the state where everything's bigger, but when we were together, I used to chill at his place with his friends...just hanging out, drinking, playing chess, listening to someone spin (cause they were always practicing at his place) and just talking and dancing the whole night through. Then after everyone was smoked out and recovering, we'd all run over to Denny's or Baker's Square at 4am and discuss whatever philosophical idea that an elevated state of mind brings. It was really cool, and always entertaining. Especially for the patient, artistic types that we were.

I was close to making a cool friend like that here at work but he got kicked out for either attendence or lack of financial aid. Either way, I didnt get a chance to make him a contact in my roladex for future reference. Besides, it didnt seem he was very interestd in me at the time. Eventhough we shared the same interests in music, art, and politics (activism), it seemed that he was more interested in the "pretty girl". You know how guys do in high school when they dont know what they want and fall for a pretty girl because it gets them guy points. But only keep the cool girl that they can relate to on the side as an acquaintence. Yeah, well, news to you...we're not in high school anymore. This is the working world! I should have known though, we was mad young! I'm 23 and he just turned 19. I don't need that crap, no matter how hot, and sexy, and . Though I could have taught him a thing or two...you know, screwed his brains out. But then again, I dont need a dependent puppy who's whipped on my pussy. Perhaps I'll see him in the protests at the RNC in a week or so? Maybe even get arrested together....who knows?

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