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Punch Drunk Vomit

In the city of Chicago bars are the preferred outlet for socialization.  This is great, if you are a heavy drinker as years of having a problem with booze can go by nearly undetected.  Even police have been known to look the other way when people drive drunk here.  The problem comes in when you don't drink, are relatively young, and still want to be social.  This city, is a city of drinkers.  Bars, are far less tolerable when sober, people are far more annoying when you are not drinking, and they are progressively lubing up.  

Saturday night, and I decided I had to be social, preferably I would have sat at home and watched Celebrity Ghost Stories, but sometimes you have to interact with other members of your species, as social animals, that is necessary for the overall wellness of the condition.

Mike, A big Irish guy, who resembles in some odd way, A cousin of a mafia hit man. Met me at a small dive bar in Lincoln Park.  He was already half in the bag from day drinking at the White Sox game, his first words were.

"Hey, want to do a shot?"
"No, I'm on the wagon remember?" I replied, somewhat annoyed.
"oh...you mind if I do one?"
"Of course not"
Now this is another annoying factor of choosing to abstain from alcohol, and I encounter this mostly when on dates with women.  They feel insecure about drinking, or ordering a drink if I am not going to drink with them, so in my weaker moments I will drink with them, in my shadier moments, I will fake drink so they leave me alone.  I'll order a tonic water with a lime in a rocks glass, and keep in the straw.  This usually is enough to allow them to leave me alone.

Mike walked over to the bar, did a shot of Jameson and rejoined me with a beer in his hand.  His face turned pale and he hiccuped.  I could tell he was fighting off vomiting.  He got up, ran to the bathroom.  I sat and watched, he was vomiting for sure.

Five mintues later, like a flash, he sprinted out of the bar.  I stood for a moment at the table confused.  Then about three minutes later, a large neanderthal of a guy, staggers out of the bathroom, with a bloody nose, pants half on and vomit on his shirt.

I left the bar and called Mike
"What the hell happend?" I asked
Mike, out of breath and panting said "dude, I couldnt hold back the vomit, and people were standing in the urinal, so I kicked open the stall and puked, some guy was in there taking a shit.  I puked all over him.  We made eye contact for a minute, and my fight or flight kicked in, and I punched him in the face and ran out of  there"

So the neanderthal in the bathroom, not only did he have to use the filthy toilet in the bar, but then he got vomited on and punched in the face.  That would be enough to keep me out of bars for a long time.

Blackberry 8830>Iphone 3Gs>HtcG2>HtcEvo4g>blackberryBold9650 My smartphone Odyssey.

I did something last week that is going against the grain of the times.  I switched from Android back to Blackberry.  I left Blackberry after having the 8830 for about one year, I really loved that phone.  It was made of metal, not plastic like most phones now, had a real solid feel.  Like most people around 2008 I had a fascination towards the iphone, based on the brilliant marketing campaign by apple, they had captured trendy and cool, the scarcity of the phone like it was Michael Jackson at a concert in 1984, all the hype, it was fun to see this phenomena.  So without any real issues with the Blackberry 8830 and actually much fondness for it, I gave it up and switched to the Iphone on AT#T and joined the trend.  At first, like most I was enamored by the device, it was great to have an ipod and phone in one, the web browser was great, and all the bells and whistles.  I missed something however, I couldn't quite figure out what it was, or put my finger on it.  I had the iphone for one year, than lost it in a cab, I had heard all the hype about android, and did still miss that physical keyboard, So I decided to try out the Google G2 on tmobile.  It was cool, had some great features and apps, was a bit more clunky than the iphone, the android marketplace felt like a flea market compared to the Iphone app store.  Still something was missing, I couldn't figure out what, so I decided to switch over to Sprint and the Evo, largely because someone at radio shack had told me this was still the best phone on the market.  I had the evo for 45 days, battery drained FAST.  I tried app killer, battery saver all kinds of tinkering with it, nothing worked.  It would die within two hours, So I realized, what is the point of having this cool phone, that has all these gadgets and apps and great big screen if its powered by a weak battery.  So after some soul searching, I went full circle and realized Blackberry was the phone for me after all.  So taking a two year detour, I now feel like I had a girl I really loved, got the wandering eye, and came back only to find she is more refined, and put together than she was when I left her.

short film, horror film

Two creepy twin brothers, skinny and pale.  See an obituary ad for hot young girl killed in a motorcycle accident, go and dig up the body.

kissed my best friends girl (The Ottoman)

Hector and Sonny sit next to each other at a dusty tex mex style saloon both with bottles of Sol in front of them. They are silent for a beat, staring straight ahead into nothing with blank expressions.

Sonny

When I was a young man growing up in Juarez, I knew that when I came to America, I would know I had made it when I could purchase an ottoman

Hector

an ottoman?

Sonny

somewhere to put my feet up when I came home after a hard days work.

Hector

ah, si, an ottoman

Sonny

yes, it's now my most prized possession next to my wife Dierdre

Hector

si, Dierdre

(Hector shifts nervously in his seat)

Sonny

I need to tell you a story Hector, as you were best man at my wedding, and Godfather to my Donkey William.

Hector

si, what is it Sonny?

(Sonny pauses for a beat and takes a swig of his beer)

Sonny

I killed a man last night

Hector

what?

Sonny

yes, killed him dead, hes in my freezer in pieces, I've been disposing of him all day in plastic bags.

Hector

why did you? What did he?

Sonny

as I said, my two prize possessions are my ottomon and my wife.

hector

yes...

Sonny

I came home from work yesterday, still in my suit and tie

hector

si

Sonny

I hadn't even got in the door when I heard a man in my home.

Hector

In your casa?

Sonny

si

Hector

what was he there for?

(Sonny pauses and takes a big swig from his beer)

Sonny

Hey bartender!

(A bartender approaches)

bartender

yes?

Sonny

tequila

(The bartender pours a shot of tequila, Sonny downs it and slams the glass on the bar, Hector is beginning to sweat, becomes visibly agitated.

Sonny

You are my best friend right Hector?

Hector

Of course Sonny, you know that.

Sonny

would you lie to me Hector?

Hector

No! umm, never, no way!

Sonny

well this man, he was sitting on my chair, in my robe, with his feet! His feet! On my ottomon!

(Sonny shakes his fist in the air, and slams it on the bar, his rage building)

Hector

on your ottomon?!

Sonny

my ottomon, and Dierdre was sitting on his lap! Kissing him!

Hector

My God! That Bendeho!

Sonny

So I strangled him with my clip on tie, the man...

Hector

you...you killed him?

Sonny

yes, and before he died, in his last breath he begged to me for his life, told me he would tell me a secret.

Hector

ummm, ah, what did he, what was the secret?
(Hector wipes sweat from his brow)

Sonny

he told me, that he had met Diedre through you, that you had been kissing her for a long time, behind my back and had told him she would kiss him as well!

(Sonny Slams down his beer on the bar in a rage and stands up over Hector, Hector is frozen with fear)

Hector

(terrified)

yes, Sonny, it's true, I have been kissing her for three years now, but I swear that is all! Just kissing twice a week! Mondays and Wednedays, she has O.C.D as you know and only likes to kiss me on those days!

Sonny

( Holds his rage at a level ten, then totally changes demeanor into confusion, then surprise, then curiosity)
shit man! You serious? I didn't kill anyone, I was just fucking with you,
(Sonny playfully punches Hectors arm)
 you really been kissing Dierdre?

(Hector is frozen with fear and pale, he vomits on the bar

2238, snowpocalypse

The snow didn't stop for three weeks, someone joked we would need Noahs Ark but on skis, it was starting to feel that way, everything was paralyzed and stuck, luckily I still had power and water, the trucks couldnt get through to do deliveries, no one could open businesses, the few that could open had lines that snaked for blocks, and small children were bundled into mounds of clothing, sometimes I wondered if it was just clothing.
   I awoke around noon to the steady snow falling on the skylight above me, this was my reality, day in and day out, never saw the sunshine.  I rolled out of bed, my joints ached.  My ankles cracked on the cold wood floor as I entered the bathroom, looked in the mirror.  My beard was getting thick again and dark black, my eyes had bags under them, I looked grey and pale.  The nights and days had begun to blend to a degree where I didn't always know if I had slept through a couple days or not, some days I'd wake up at six A.M and be ready to go, and other days I couldnt get out of bed.  I was 38 but felt as though I could have been 68.
   I had been taking a synthetic form of speed called fineral, that would keep me awake for days.  This was the only high I could get, the alcohol had run out months ago, but somehow the guy whom we alll called "Shady Mcgrady" would always come by and drop off the fineral. 
   My other pleasure was communicating with my spirit guides, they would always tell me when I was getting off track and I would have to refocus and recenter myself they would tell me about future events, what was going to happen, I had faith as whatever they told me did happen when they said it. 
    the days blended into weeks into months, when I was awoken by my guide, he had said I was to wake u and walk out the front door, that it would be able to open,
 "What do you mean? its snowed in"
"Open the door and you will see, now is the time"
My heart was beating in my chest as I got up and opened the front door, it wasnt the grey snow I had expected but the most pleasant tangerine glow, it was warm and inviting and felt like where I should be.  My energy began to elevate, I hadn't realized how low it was, everything because luminous and I began laughing hysterically.  I entered the orange light, it was almost like walking into a venus fly trap with a petal down or a giant orange banana....

Jonny Rotten, quite a genius

It's one that to start or be a leading figure in an artistic movement, but two back to back? that is very special, only Jonny Rotten, the Sex Pistols, were the punk band in the UK in the seventies as we all know, and then Public Image Limited was a founding new wave band, led primarily by Jonny Rotten.  Listening to PIL now, it doesnt sound as experimental as im certain it did in 1979, now it just is interesting, creative music.  At the time it was certainly groundbreaking.