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.

4 comments:

Alice said...

What a killer story, ellwort! It's pretty cool that you call those Angel moments...In 94 I was living with a man who was a fireman there. 20 years plus on the job, he fell through a roof and had his tanks on his back and he said he would have broken his back had he landed on the tanks. His Angel moment, he said, was that he felt something turn his body around and he fell on the side instead. Broke some ribs, but not as bad as he felt it could have turned out.

How do you feel seeing how pro-peace protests have been happening for so long and yet the wars continue? Do you think we'll ever be a peaceful country? Chomsky talks about life when the country on the whole were passive compared to today. I don't think he was referring to our government then though...I can't imagine it ever was...

I recall an LSD trip in my teens in my friend's house with a lot of us there...in which we watched Mommy Dearest all day on her parents large screen projection TV, I sat in their home sauna for hours and proceeded to rip up a Vogue magazine with a pin...

?...whoa..looks weird in print :)

All Good Things,
-Alice

Alice said...

Oh..I meant to say I did receive your 2 comments on my blog, they just aren't showing up..Haven't figured out the recent errors I've had in publishing the blog this past week, but they should appear once I figure out what's wrong...

:)

Have a great weekend!

LumpinProllie said...

Alice! Thanks once again- I'm treebu- Ellwort also blogs with me. I'm the Lumpin Prollie. I Love this! It's so much fun. It's like a writing class. I took a writing class and I wrote two books. (not published) but they are kind of interesting. One was about an Hispanic couple in NY 1970's. I'm not hispanic, but it's written from a poor kid's point of view- poor kids with brains. We went to an art gallery and were told to pick a portrait and I picked a Hispanic looking girl standing on the NYC train platform. She looked so anxious!
The other was about my going to live in the middle east w/my ex and really what happens over there. It's called Pub Crawling on the Banks of the Nile. (I stole the title from a local english newspaper, Cairo Gazette).I want to publish, but of course got shot down once and gave up. Happy weekend to you too! Adieu! Thanks for reading and writing!

Alice said...

Treebu and Ellwort are two? Ok...

I would read your books..Have you looked at the self punlishing places online?

A man at the library even brought in his self published books for us to maybe put in the collection...

I'm only hispanic by adoption...my great grandma was from Durango, Mexico and my great grandfather was from Lucca, Italy...

Tell me more about you...it's Friday... I need some NEW anything please.. :)

xox