First off I just want to wish the net a happy Halloween. I know, I know its a day late. Sorry for the lateness, been a little busy. I decided to write, one I feel the urge, two I'm annoyed the Yankees just won again. Pray they lose the series.
As previously mentioned I plan on doing a review of William Faulkner's classic, The Sound and The Fury. I have yet to finish said novel.
This week has been more interesting than usual. I wandered into Nashville, Tennessee to hang out with my old band mate Brett Robinson. He's a pedal steel player that plays in a honky tonk band up north known as Freight Train. It was a worthwhile experience, hopped to from Broadway most of the two days I was there. Went to some odd beatnik bar to see a man named Dave Alvin play. I had never heard of him. Now I consider myself more open minded then your standard Alabama good ol'boy, but I'm not exactly comfortable in a gay bar; even if it has a bohemian atmosphere. I'd prefer to read Kerouac, not live it. I found myself in an awkward predicament, the folks were nice, but they had no lagers; and folks I really despise ales. Being stuck at that bar for two hours was a dismal experience, to say the least. By the time we got too Tootsie's, the bar that Hank Williams Sr. once drank at, I was bored, jaded, and even a little aggravated; having wasted my trip to the big town around homosexual men and not beautiful women. I'd like to say Tootsie's salvaged the trip and met a gorgeous southern belle or a crazy college co-ed from up north who decided to take a scholarship at Vanderbilt, but alas no. The bar was fratastic, Brett, his friend Darren, and I looked like hipster doofuses. Not to mention a bottle of budweiser was four dollars. We left fairly quickly, stared at the Grand Ole Opry for a minute, then went back to the hotel. Where I watched Brett and Darren get stoned and argue about politics. A word to wise (Jeffersonian)libertarians and devout dems(the kind that openly state that Timothy Geitner is a wise choice for Sec. of Treasury) don't click politically. So we jammed on George Jones covers. Brett always had thing for him. I'm more alt. country myself.
After I returned from Nashville, I moseyed up to Huntsville, Alabama. Went to a Halloween party or two. I was strike out king. At one party a chick I knew from back in the day was leaving right when I arrived, I was invited by her friend to join them at another party, I asked them to contact me and inform who all was there and then I'd go. Last time I play it cool. Never got a call. At the second party I went to I sat around drinking and playing poker(Watching other folks remove their clothes, they never got more than my boots and jacket off) and feeling bored. Naturally as I sat their for a while looking a half naked girls in bras, but I grew bored quickly. Sadly as I went to smoke, I noticed a cute girl outdoors checking me out, she was shy and I was shy. Some dude I didn't know was rapping about Boba Fett(?????), very loudly, preventing me from saying to much to her. Unfortunately, once the conversation began she had to go(and yeah you guessed it), that poker game that I was playing to relax, the women got naked while I was outdoors.
I really couldn't win for losing. Yet as usual I'm indifferent. And had all right time in the end.
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