Monday, May 5, 2008
Im dreaming of a hot summer
I swear, if the powers that be and the powers that don't be, don't get off their royal arses and do something rash. I said arse and rash at the same time- ewww! As I was saying those spotty bummed ner-do-wells with the exception of a few newbies, plus Senators Sanders and Leahy, Waxman "the mustache of justice" and a couple of others that poke their heads around the corners and lunge and run away. Live to fight another day, which is kind of my MO. I am brave, but I really hate pain . That's why I never played sports. I will fight, but I will not walk head on into a brass knuckle. Which brings me to my point. I was listening to WBAI to the people who survived Kent State.It was the 38th anniversary. I remember at about the same time when I was fifteen when I ran away to the Washington DC anti-war rally in 1970. I dragged my poor unsuspecting friends that could disappear for a few days to hitch up to DC with me. My best girlfriend thought it was cool as hell. We lived in a church and someone passed acid around, which of course I took, then proceeded to walk away with the kid who gave me the acid around some hoity toity part of the city. When he got me far from my friends and I was full tilt tripping on some pretty nasty stuff, the kid said he was going to make me freak out. I looked at his little ugly face and and skinny bod and said bullshit. I ran away from him only to realize I was in this strange, very large (and dangerous) city. I was lost and wishing I could find the little shit now. He lived in the city, he knew where he was. I kept feeling like he was behind me mocking me. At the point of panicking I had an "Angel moment" Which is like when your car is broken down in the middle of nowhere and at the end of your tether and "Angel" people show up- usually the last people you would think- and rescue you. It's happened many times to me. Well this elderly couple walked right up to me and asked me if I was lost. I said yes and probably started to cry. They gave me a ride right to the door of the church. I thanked them and went thankfully to my cold hard pew to sleep. My girlfriend woke up and yelled at me for leaving the building. She didn't know the half of it! The next morning we were woken and told what our jobs were for the day. We were to light fires in and roll the big municipal trash cans into the road to stop commuter traffic. We we very happy to get to have sanctioned vandalism. The glee was soon to be a nightmare as a brigade of riot police on Vespas buzzed up ( no I wasn't still tripping ) and one honed in on me and drove straight at me and kicked the side of my knee so hard, I thought it was broken. My girlfriend helped me limp back to the church, where we waited for our next act to be given to us.