Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Early Night

Party's just getting started, looks like it'll be a loud one. Here's to no cops tonight.
Myself I got some lovin to attend to. Now and again around midnight. I hope the first one goes to the small bed quietly.

chow time

coupla overnighters brought in some pails of fried chicken. I brought out a wine box from the locked stash. they also brought in about $30.00 of change they'd bummed. I gratefully accepted that, knowing they would eat, drink, and smoke more than that tonight. and expect to crash in the safe section of the house. The house is an old 3 1/2 story job that was cut up into apartments. Some dotcom millionaire tried to restore it to it's former glory. The dotcom bubble crashed and bubby had to let it go back to the bank. the bank gave it to a property management agency to rent out. Us slackerly losers are the only ones who'd pay rent on it without it being reworked one way or the other. The front room and the dining room are the public areas of the house. there are two sets of stairs going up to the second floor. the front stairs lie between the front and dining rooms, it is an abuse of our hospitality to even be on those stairs, other than sitting. A door at the top of the stairs is locked, the only way to the safe sections of the house is through the kitchen. We had an abusing boyfriend try to force his way in a few months back. after the guards got through with him, he was glad to be boogaloo jones' bitch for 8 years.

pesky cops

they are trying to drive us out by ticketing our cars if they're parked over 12 hours.
There are cars out there in this neighborhood that have been parked since 1955. Y'know those cops oughta listen to ICE-T's song "Fuck the police". you keep jerking people around under color of law, people will push back eventually.

first post

Hi, I'm crash and burn. that's my street name. I'm a slacker of Brobdingnagian magnitude. since life really doesn't matter, I've elected to live my life in the most meaningless manner possible. Even as scum, I have a few rules. Having been homeless, and not liking it much, I require that my co-habitants keep their drug use out of sight. that the rent gets paid on time and in full. the place is kept clean. you will meet the people that cycle in and out of my life. Today, my one roommate got shot for trying to walk off without supplying the drugs that the shooter paid him money for. While I feel sorry for the roommate, I was about at the point where I might have shot him myself. He wasn't planning to apply any of that walk-off money to the rent. the only contribution he's made to the house was stolen beer and gas. Admittedly that at retail is just barely his rent. Plus whoevers car he gasses and dashes with suddenly becomes super hot. Today is domino's pizza's 2 for 1 tuesday. we usually call in a pizza order early, and then our team makes the rounds of the 5 available domino's pizza places for bad orders. and a couple of boosted cold packs of beer and wine boxes. I hurt spectacularly from a fight I got into a couple of nights ago. I can't go to the emergency room. I broke the guy's skull, and witnesses put me there. Plus I hear they don't do anything for broken ribs anymore.