Gas Station Hack

I've never noticed how bright lights are in a parking lot at one in the morning. It makes it hard to see my globe colored Hackey Sack as Chris, Dennis, and I kick it around. It is november in Connecticut and although it is still pretty bearable it is crisp outside. It's more comfortable to keep your hands in your pocket.

We go to that particular gas station in Meriden because it's right down the street from Dennis's apartment and the people that work there are friendly. Also, it's kind of near the center of Meriden so there always seems to be something going on. Last night an old friend of Dennis that I met at a party once just happened to be walking around with another gruff looking pal. They both have large doc martins on and carry beer in backpacks with some weed tucked in their cigarette packs for good luck. They smile through their beards and I am happy to hack with them near some gas pumps on a crisp November night in New England.

Read some poetry.

Official money saved for trip: $52.92

Not at fault

So the other night I was sitting at a red light while en route to stop at my favorite bar with Tom for a cold one, when all of a sudden WHAP! I was smacked by another car and pushed out into the middle of the Berlin Turnpike. For those of you who don't know what the turnpike is, let me inform you. It is a four lane highway that runs through three towns in Central CT. Needless to say I didn't make it to the bar, instead I went to the emergency room and my Buick is totaled. Updates will be coming soon to what car I will be getting next, but I think that this is an omen. With this accident will rise an adventure van, IT WILL RISE!

J.R.

My great Aunt.

When I was younger, at holidays an aunt would come over and she was always very kind to me. Her name was Irene. I am going to her wake now. More and more people in my life keep dying.

It would be nice to go to a marriage.

J.R.

Now that the movie is done.

This movie that I have been working on was crazy. It involved many man and woman hours and I have been very exhausted helping with it. Now that it is over I will try to start this blog off right. I am reading a book called Sick Puppy by Carl Hiaason. I will tell you all about it when I have finished it. I also picked up some CD's from the library and plan to review those as well.

Things are starting off very slowly for American Bard, but that means that things have started. I am still looking for a van. If you have any connections for a good van, throw me an email. I also need a guitar. I keep looking for one, but I just can't find the one that fits. I know it will jump out and slap me when I do.

Go make a new friend.

Read some more books to.

So Yup.

So lots of things have been going on. Many things. I have started working on a movie set. More about that on Thursday when I sit down and update this thing to a much greater extent. Also I have shaved my head. Now my head is cold.

Money saved for trip so far: 42.78

Also we have:

Two jars of change.

Looking for:
A guitar for myself. When I see it I'll know.

Read something.

Ken Arkind

A great poet that should be checked out by one and all is Ken Arkind. A slam poet from Denver, he is the two thousand six national poetry slam winner and a social activist. A red bearded, younger looking, loud person that grabs your attention with his popping words and keeps you interested with his flow. I watched an interview with him by a poet named Eric Zork. Who is another interesting poet from White Plains New York. After watching some of Ken's pieces online I am a little inspired to write some slam poetry myself. I've never tried it. Ken travels a lot with his poetry and if you ever have a chance to see him you should check him out.

Read some poetry and never stop.

Ah!

Well, things have been pretty hectic for me lately. Still with this cough, it get's so annoying to try and sing and then start coughing and lose the feeling.

Some amazing things have been going on in my life. At the orchard, I'll be working till next summer so I have a steady paycheck until then. That should help me be able to afford the adventure van. I can't wait to paint a delectable peace sign on it. Now at work whenever I am outside doing something I notice so many vans parked and then these people get into them and I just want to rush over and ask them if I can get in and then ask if we could drive to Montana.

So on Saturday night I did something I thought I would never do. I thought I would perform an anthropological study and attend an Insane Clown Posse concert. Yeah that's right. Those guys from Detroit that wear make up like clowns. Those guys that were blamed for the riots at the last Woodstock concert.

I thought the show was amazing. It was at the Webster theater in Hartford, CT. I went into it with an open mind because besides Eric and Dennis I have never known anyone that liked ICP. The people that did in my school's that I attended were always the ones that others mocked for wearing a lot of black. When I got to the show I saw a lot of people with their faces painted like clowns. Eric explained that it was because the whole thing is supposed to be like a carnival. The show was just like that. There were "sideshows" right up on stage that danced to the whole show. They were an "ape boy" and a guy with more than one face called "many faces."

The show started with us drinking Pabst in the over twenty one area. I saw an old bartender that I used to talk too and everyone seemed in a very friendly mood. It was like standing around at a big family reunion. Everyone is saying hi to people that haven't seen in a very long time. Eric explained that this is what makes "Juggaloes" who they are. They have an extreme sense of togetherness. Often they chant FA MA LY! in almost any situation. After drinking a little I went to the bathroom at the place was a madhouse. They were chanting and dancing in there. All the boys were drunk as hell and others smoked as they stood at the urinal. Some of them smoked pot while sitting on the toilet. It was horrendously exhilarating. I waited in line and as I did a bouncer came in and saw a kid smoking. The bouncer proceeded to flick the kids butt out and was polite and let him finish urinating. Then he physically dragged him out of the place and threw him out onto the street. Bummer for that kid. He missed a hell of a show.

The Posse came out and sprayed us for two hours with Faygo soda. It is a brand from the midwest that whenever the clowns have a show they spray into the crowd for effect and to have an awesome time. I was soaking wet with dollar diet root beer and loved it. When the show was over we left and I have to say it's one of the best shows I have ever been too.

Eric mentioned something called the Gathering where all the juggaloes get together and have a huge festival with all the bands of psychopathic records. I know that I will attend that someday. I need too.

Till next time.

Read a book.