Journal blinder's Journal: The *REAL* Story in KC 15
[originally posted in Ojar]
Lets start thursday night. i'm picked up at the airport. i scared toni and becca so much by the fact that was being dragged off the plane by not 2, but 3 of those TSA muthafuckers. I think what really put them off was the huge chunk of human hair i had in my hand... i had to go beserker on the plane because they insisted that i sit in my designated seat. i won't have it. i won't be part of the establishment!
well, after they got me off the plane... it was agreed that the best thing for them was just to get me away from the airport as fast as possible. Well, becca and toni were, like i said, completely frightened. So when I got up off the ground, approached them as they stood in total disbelief at what was unfolding in front of them... I said (more like screamed) "I'm blinder!!"
becca pulled out pepper spray and got me good... then i can't be sure... but someone from the airport... or even toni... clubbed me with something. I was knocked completely out... next thing I know... I'm in, what I think is the trunk of a car! Fuck!!! why does this happen every time I travel???
So... i'm lying in this trunk... trying to make enough noise in the hopes that someone in the outside world would notice... the smell of the pepper spray kept my eyes watering most of the trip.
After about an hour, the car came to an immediate stop, i flew back and thudded against the rear of the trunk. Next thing I know... I see... what I would imagine is becca and toni, but my eye sight isn't all that great (pepper spray). one of them, becca i think, yelled "get the fuck out of my trunk." I fell to the ground with a thud... but managed to pick myself up.
toni and becca were still nervous i think. talking in hushed tones... well we got to becca's house. i attempted to cross the threshold, but a well placed kick to the chest kept me from entering and an angry shout "you sleep on the porch you sick fuck!"
awesome! it looked comfortable enough.
The next morning i'm spread out on the concrete feeling pretty well rested, when i feel a huge splash of icy cold water envelop me, accompanied by toni saying "that's the shower, hope it was enough"
Sweet! I think i started building trust!
Anyway, fast forward to later that day (friday). where we spent the entire day driving, in circles. i think becca did this to throw us (and perhaps more for me) off the trail. it worked. we picked up kinney first. he was terrified. probably because i was grabbing random strangers by the throat yelling "who are you???? you aren't kinney are you???"
well, once kinney figured out who we were, he nervously introduced himself to toni and becca... hugs exchanged. I'm not clear about this, but I think i knocked him on his ass and said something like "next time i want to see some fucking identification!" but then i got more pepper spray. I then appologized and gave kinney an uncomfortably long hug... quietly weeping. he was clearly uncomfortable.
the 4 of us went to lunch, and i couldn't artfully deal with this, and started throwing random things... the 3 were clearly embarrassed, and the waiter was getting nervous, so they served us as fast as possible, just to get me out of the place.
next few hours are a blur, a lot of violent outbursts from me, in dealing with checking in to the hotel (those hotel front desks? yeah not so easy to dive across). jim also did his very best at restraining me, he wasn't having any of my... um, expressions.
friday night was evil. i think the night started out on the wrong foot when becca nearly gouged jim's eye out right at the dinner table. After dinner we went to this club... put me in a place where the alcohol is flowing as much as it was... and i get evil... not because I drink... i don't... not at all... but I won't have it! So... well... let me just say that starting shit at a place that has the world's largest bouncer EVAR is NOT a good idea... and kinney was just encouraging me! "oh yeah, you could kick his ass."
so, lets just say, i'll never be welcome back to that place. good thing... just wish i would have been allowed to bring some C4... or at least cook up a fresh batch of homemade napalm... becca had some very specific rules set down for me... and they stated, quite explicitly "no c4, no napalm, no zippos, no incendiary devices of any sort." So... the place is still there and KC can breathe a huge sigh of relief because becca had the presence of mind to lay down The Rules.
Saturday I was exhausted... and everyone else was very much relieved... as an added blessing... i had a horrible sinus attack that kept me out of commission most of saturday. so, no destruction, no chaos. peace in KC. Well, except where becca was just so completely hardcore, and starting beating the piss out of jim, simply because... what was becca's exact quote? "because he was there." jim didn't stand a chance, the poor dope. I was too tired to do anything about it (having just medicated myself).
Sunday was go-home day. I think I only got pepper sprayed once... right before I was to pass through security... something about taking the edge off. I passed through security hacking and choking while toni, becca and kinney ran, skipping hand-in-hand singing "blinder's gone! blinder's gone!!"
i managed to stumble on to the plane... they had a photo of me at the security check point and so I got a going-away present: a billy club to the back of the knees and across the neck... "better safe than sorry" they told me. So i was securely fastened to my seat, in the isle with two air marshals.
I managed to get back to baltimore, all limbs intact... but completely exhausted. i'll be counting the scars for a few weeks... and i think i've developed a taste for pepper spray.
So, now you know The Truth
[read between the lines, it'll make sense]
DOOOD (Score:1)
Now that sounds like a fun weekend! Violence, bondage, chloroform (Chloroform? Leave him alone he's on a roll) and hot chicks in Go Go outfits!
Fucking A!
You are a RIP!
Give me your PowerBook.
Re:DOOOD (Score:2)
Ummmmmm (Score:2)
I've been out of the loop for a while (work has been killing me) and your first sentence scared me. How is he typing this from jail I wondered and it was not until I read your previous Journal Entries that things became clear.
Dude, the only person you own is yourself (and sometimes not even that). You cannot control situations or other people, but you can let them be themselves and who they are and enjoy them and the situations for who/what they are.
P.S., awesome JE. Revisionist history can be am
w00t (Score:2)
In the mean time, mind to explain how you got into that SE mess?
Re:w00t (Score:2)
i shall be! fire when ready!
In the mean time, mind to explain how you got into that SE mess?
lol! i'm not quite sure I kow what you mean!
If you are referring this past weekend... i was invited by some friends i met online to come out for the weekend...
if you mean how i became straight edge? well, its been, 16 years... mostly because of family history... but more so because it just makes sense to me. its my touchstone.
Re:w00t (Score:1)
What, in this context, is a "straight edge" referring to?
The only definition I'm familiar with is a solid linear object used to draw and measure in straight linear paths.
Re:w00t (Score:2)
google "straight edge" to learn more... but in essence its a philosophy/lifestyle of no drugs, no alcohol, no casual sex etc. something i believe in strongly. if you want to know why... follow along my journals, i do tend to talk (bore people) about it.
Re:w00t (Score:1)
I read your posts on this thread.
When you said you are a "straight edge" I knew right away what you meant.
I followed along just to see what was going to be said.
I'm glad for you that you've chosen your lifestyle. It's commendable.
Re:w00t (Score:2)
yeah, i'm a lifer. its been 16 years so far. in fact i'm getting my next sXe tat next week. so yeah, i'm a freak
Re:w00t (Score:1)
Wow!
How many does that make for you?
My mom and youngest sister are into tats.
I never got any.
I've always been amazed by tat art.
The people who do it are very good artists. Well the ones who know what their doin.
How bout those jailhouse tats? LOL
Re:w00t (Score:2)
I've always been fascinated by body art... and its only been the last month or so that i actually found the courage to do something about it!
Now i'm hooked
Plus... well the artist who does my stuff? Well she's amazingly cute, which just makes it that much more enjoyable.
hehe, no jailhouse tats for me! LOL!
Re:w00t (Score:1)
um... WOW! That's a really bright red
Is that your leg?
I'm glad you think your tat artist is amazingly cute. LOL
Re:w00t (Score:1)
Yeah, I'm that way, too! Just didn't know there was a name for it... I mean a name better than what I was called in high school (boring, goody-goody, nice boy, etc.).
BTW, AhZuhl is my wife.
just one question... (Score:2)
Re:just one question... (Score:2)
no really here's the deal. notice the first line? "originally posted on ojar" ??
that's the group i am a member of, and so are the people i met in KC. I posted this as a "summary" because people were wanting details. So I gave them the "details" !
It was a very therapeutic exercise though... which is why I put the closing line "read between the lines."
so... your sanity should be intact... and everything is good my friend