figures.

well, after posting the information regarding my new game that I like to play in traffic, I set out the following day to play it on my morning commute! My entry into my first red light was fantastic, I left about 3/4s of a car length in front of me. A red van pulled up behind me, and it looked like it was going to be an easy 2-3 pullups that I would be snatching from the driver. As soon as I let off my break however, the driver looked down and rummaged in the passenger side seat for some shit. I pumped the break, because the trick only really works when you have someone who’s dazed out behind the wheel, not someone who’s rummaging for crap or texting or any other crap. So my pull up was ineffective to this woman, and she didn’t pull up. I waited for her to look back up and I pulled up again, and the same shit happened.. 2 perfectly good pull ups, and they were ineffective. In fact, the whole way on to work, I either didn’t get to stop at red lights, or my victims were all preoccupied with bullshit that they had going on. low points for the day.

Fun in Traffic

Heyyo – I realized a fun game to play during the morning commute. I don’t have any highway driving on my commute, so I hit a handful of lights on my way in. I have been enjoying this new game that I’ve been playing. I’m going to call it “subconscious pull-up”. Basically, when stopping for a red light, leave a decent gap between you and the car in front of you (not too much, don’t want to make it too obvious that you’re a degenerate). The goal is to see how many times you can make the car behind you nudge forward. This is achieved by nudging your own car forward a little bit. The driver behind you will 9 out of 10 times, pull their car forward a little, and it’s fun to see how many times you can get them to do it. I believe my record is 5 times. The better of a gap you leave the more chances you have, but the goal is to have them do it subconsciously. If you pay attention to your own driving, you’ll see that you might react the same way to a car nudging forward at a red light. It’s absurd really, but it’s just a stupid thing to do to help the commute go by. Let me know how it works out for you.

2 months, 20 days.

Well group – I am sober now today for 2 months and 20 days. that’s 79 days of sobriety! The most I have done to alter my consciousness is drink a lot of coffee and have an orgasm. Do orgasms count as altering your consciousness? I would say so. – they’re quite delightful! At any rate. 79 days.. haven’t even smoked any herbs or done any chemical drugs either. The first 2 weeks were awful, and I would say even up to a month things kind of sucked. On occasion I still get a hankerin’ for some alcohol, especially when I’m out in areas that are much more tolerable when I’m drunk. I think there are places that I can’t even be in after 1am. Things just get crazy, and I get tired. 2 months in, my mind felt like it was playing tricks on me. A variety of mild hallucinations also took place, the occasional seeing something out of the corner of my eye, when the lighting is just right. This happened quite a bit while I was driving. Is it sobriety related? or is it that I’m getting ill? I don’t even know. But 79 days – no booze. rock on.

posting!

Sorry group, I haven’t posted in a bit. I’ve been busy with all sorts of stupid things that don’t really constitute for real reasons to mishap on blogging. Everyone that blogs has probably written a post that starts out like this, and that’s swell. So, the more I’ve been thinking about it, the more I want to write a script for a movie that I’ve literally been kicking around for 5 or 6 years. It’s ridiculous how badly I want to write it, but I don’t know if I should just free form write the script, or if I should try and write it into a screen play, or just write it as a book or what…

The film is called “carpool” some people might know about this idea I’ve had, some people might not. It’s essentially a film that takes place for the most part inside of a car, but definitely takes place in other settings as well (an entire interior car film would be nauseating, I think) Essentially, this guy puts a tear-off deal up on a billboard at his job, where he and hundreds of other people work. He sets up a carpool, and we the audience along with him, go on a week long journey where we learn about these people that sign up for it. Comedy, but not your typical comedy. almost a dark comedy, shot in a typical comedy mtv style. Too much stuff burlin’ to not try and revisit it. The problem is, I have so many other ventures I’m trying to pull off right now, I don’t know how I’ll be able to get it going.

This blog has basically proven to me, that I need to schedule my life aggressively in that these small ventures that I have .. the whatcanidrawforyou.com.. nipplebuddies.com.. dkm-sales… the blogs… the music… the other stuff… I have to schedule time for these ventures! To really put effort into them if I’m going to make them work – especially the whatcanidrawforyou.com site.. that’s the dreamchild. nipplebuddies is just a money venture… dkm-sales is my financial security.. blogs is for creative development and shitting out my subconscious, and the music is so I don’t punch a hole through the face of various obstacles that crop up in front of my timeline of getting on with a mentally sound life.

ok, there’s some shitting out of my subconscious for you! on to the next venture!

jw

little watercolor memories.

Hey.
Now.. what the fuck.
a memory popped into my mind today that really got my shit going.
It spiraled out of control until I found my way to the irish center and drank a shitload of diet cola and munched about 30 wings down..

It was a memory from a camp that I attended one summer. It was a 7 week program, and the deal in my group’s cabin was that if you were for 2 straight weeks, you would go out on an “overnight” where we would pick a destination away from camp, and throw some tents up build a fire, and camp there… Well, one of the times that we were able to do the “overnight” we got in a canoe and canoed across the lake to a spot where we set up camp, and it was pretty cool. Mind you, I am very young at this time, I can’t even think as to what my age was at this time… 12/13? a very impressionable kid.
The councilors that were watching us showed us this “trick” where if you took birch bark, it would burn quickly because it was rich in oxygen – a natural fire starter. Well.. if you took the birch bark, and went to these trees with sap pockets all over them, and popped the sap pockets, you could collect some in the birch bark. You had to be very careful though, because the sap pockets would literally explode when you popped them, and you could get it on your face/body.. and it was very sticky. So, you had to collect the sap with the birch bark, then roll the bark up in a very special way.. it had to be the right thickness or it wouldn’t work… then you had to go over to the shore, and grab a certain sized leaf from this specific plant, then wrap the rolled up bark inside the leaf a certain way.. Then if you threw the bundle into the fire, it would literally blow up!.. So.. picture a group of 15 kids running like crazy through the woods collecting sap, getting it all over themselves.. trying to make explosions in the fire…

Sooo.. none of us could really get the shit to work.
and were covered head to toe in sap .. and were exhausted…

Why?!

Because the Jackass councilors were just swapping their “Sap bark leaf” bundles out for fireworks wrapped in leaves… And while we were running around, they were probably getting loaded on Jack D’s and smoking marijuana all the while laughing the shit out of themselves.

This memory made me relive a few other moments in my life where I realized that some of the adults I was around as a kid were probably very intensely down for party time USA. Adults that might have been addicted to coke or smoking marijuana as I was playing mousetrap in the other room.. how many kids that my parents didn’t want me hanging out with or staying away from because their parents were into drugs, and the town knew. I think about people I know that I wouldn’t want my children, if I had any, to be around.. Thinking about that stuff gives me the willies!.. which one of my friend’s parents were dopin!? were MY parents doping? (absolutely not.. not in a million years when I was a kid at least)..
crazy. cray z ness.

I just belched and it tasted like hot garbage.

jw