its really sad that the only thing that has inspired me to write since i started not to long ago, is the lack of individuality in this fancy little town i call my home. my friend and i were attempting to enjoy some light conversation over a cup of coffee and a fried egg sandwich at our favorite place with the semi decent jukebox, shitty overpriced food, and probably the worst coffee in l.a..... this shit is so bad that as soon as it hits your bloodstream its like it cant wait to get out of any hole it can get close to.....
in the midst of our light shit talking session i noticed mine and her attention getting distracted away from the conversation. she looked at me in disgust and said "it's so fucking hip in here i cant stand it"...i could only nod in disgust as well...but the way she said it almost made me spit my coffee across the table. it was like all of the sudden we were in a living room somehwere at a birthday party in the hollywood hills....and the roots were playing........you know when you accidentally end up at one of those shithole parties cuz the chick you are trying to bang drags you up there with the promise that "it will be fun"...so you go hoping she doesnt meet the kinda famous guy with the coke and leave you in the kitchen with the eurotrash owner of the house for an hour. and all you want to do is get your dick sucked and watch dexter reruns while you finish the last of the froot loops........as soon as you walk in you see gilby clarkes retarded uncle sitting on the couch crooning to some old ass wine breath cumguzzler with brown stains between her teeth singing some sheryl crow song...moving her head like "she"s feelin it".....and theres some black dude in the corner with dreads in some fucking rainbow pants losing time with a tamborine doing some weird dance with his knees.......the weird guy you kinda know from around but never liked cuz he's a fucking tool corners you by the bathroom and wants to "know who you really are" cuz you've seen each other for years but never really talked...and all you want to do is smash his head against the shitty million dollar painting hanging from the yellow piece of sheetrock and chuck his faggoty ass boots of the edge of the balcony that overlooks the place that you love so much...but makes you write this garbage.......god i love eating at swingers.......
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