| Oh Joy! | ||
| 2000-11-16 || 5 Golden Rings | ||
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So I�m in the midst of working 18 days in a row or something crazy like that. Today I worked at the label, and then at the store this evening. �We� started carrying porno magazines recently, and tonight I had my first experience with one of the porn consumers. I must admit firstly that I do on occasion like to view some naked ladies in magazines and that kind of thing. I still treat it the same way you feel when you go buy condoms though. �Okay, put them in the bag, quick�. So this opened a whole new world to me. I can now just buy one at work if I want to see some photos of naked ladies that aren�t on a computer screen (you can�t bring the internet into the men�s room at work after all). So tonight this guy comes in. Working class guy, some sort of trade worker, complete with van parked outside with some sort of company logo on it. �Hey you guys have Club?� �Ummm, not sure�, �I like Club�, �Club is good, yeah�big pages� �Well, you got Hustler anyway�, �yup�, �Can you get Club?� �Yeah, I�ll see what I can do for you� �Yeah I like Club cause of-� �-yeah, I�ll see if I can get that for you, that will be $7.99� (shit, he could have sprung for another twelve bucks and gone to downtown Lynn where you can get a blow job for twenty bucks, or a case of Gonorrhea for fifty!). So here�s one for the guy home �reading� his new Hustler. I hope it was worth all eight bucks. The store is just a strange place to be. I�ve been there now for 13 years or something, and I�ve seen a whole lot of strange people come in there. They always have some sort of question to throw at me, that I can usually answer (there�s that ego again ). Unless it has to do with Tenacious D. I haven�t picked up my guitar in a week or so. I�m going to stop writing shortly, as I need to play. There was a fire where we rehearse, so it�s been closed for over a week now. More importantly, my Gibson is sitting in a room waiting for me to visit it again. I need to play though, with the band. I need to get thrown into the music for a few hours. Perhaps this is why I�ve been shitty this week. I need to create the wall of sound. The wall of white noise. The wall. I have no patience anymore for it. The addiction gets you. Creating. I need to pass time creating something, or I�ll go mad. Hence me leaving now. Have a weekend. |
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