so my good friend Trav called me tonight and we talked for forever. he’s my bro; he and Tony. we all used to be best buds and hung out and smoked dope and got crazy together and have had many many adventures, including the Sordid New Orleans Days, which included (but was not limited to): the running out of money incident, the finding money in my pocket after all incident, the losing found money again incident, the getting stuck across the river in the hood late at night and having to walk back incident, bodily functions night, the junkie who got us all stopped by the police on the way to a drug deal at a gay bar and ended up ripping us off on acid incident, the “best head in town” bartender and the pathetically, speechlessly drunk Mel Torme-lookalike patron who flipped her the bird and almost fell over in the process as she offered to gather up his one million nickels from the bar and call him a cab incident, the my car is on fire pt.I-III incidents, and many others. also among our many crazy adventures was Serious 4-Hit Double-Dipped Blotter-Acid Night of Twenty-Three Dancing UFOs, Missing Limbs (But Floating Fingers), LED Lights in the Grass, Breathey House and Truck, Where’s That Train We Were Walking To in the First Place Through Miles of Farmland In the Middle of the Night Again?, Don’t Piss on the Electric Fence, and My Converse Have Up and Gone All Colors At Once (all in one long, crazy night). also many adventures that have vanished into the thick, brown haze of “what did I do last night?” (and many Strange and Holy Molecules and other uneasy tinctures).
we traded stories and laughed about Ria’s marking Eirit’s letters (Ria’s in Mali) “Jesus Saves” (i’m convinced she was just fucking around) (also Eirit’s Jewish and had a crazy bad experience with one of her pals being “saved” and staying far too long and bugging her to take her to see that crass, fraudulent televangelist/marketeer Benny Hinn, etc.). we also laughed about girls and stuff, and how i’m suddenly, (un)fortunately in [seemingly widespread] favor with the opposite sex somehow once again. he remarked that i used to “fuck girls and then feel bad about it” (“but i’m not even Catholic!”), which was funny as hell but not quite true. i just used to get too into relationships, but now i think i’ve adjusted a bit and don’t utterly put my whole being into things quite so much. it was still awfully funny.
when my grandmother was dying, he was the first person i called in my despair, and he flew from Tampa and was at the door the next day. later that night, my grandmother died and he somehow knew or felt that he should come over and was here no more than 20-30 minutes after that. so yeah, he’s my bro. i love that motherfucker. crazy-ass ex-skater punk. he’s one of those OLD school computer geeks who dropped out of high school and now makes beaucoup dineros running the database for some soulless corporation. moving soon, to a place with a pool and a 3 car garage. he deserves it. i only hope he finds tranquility and happiness someday. sometimes he just sounds like a sad angel when he talks. he’s such a happy and relatively well-adjusted guy, though. but i think he wants more, like everybody else. he’s more agnostic than me, though, so that takes care of that. maybe he’ll figure out his Real Life someday and be truly content. i just hope he trades that Cobra GT for a slower car (like a K-car!) one of these days. he worries me sometimes.
i miss Trav. come to think of it, i miss Tony, too, and he just lives a mile or two away… that rat bastard. i’ll get him!
