November 9, 2005 - School Bus
I have stolen a school bus in a crowded city, possibly St. Paul, in order to joy ride and make a point to an unknown group of people. While driving the bus, which I have no problem doing, I attempt to piss into a bottle and end up pissing all over myself. I am amazed that it is so easy to drive the bus while doing all of this.
I parallel park the bus on a busy street.
* * *
I am walking down the street with people that I have just met, but whom I have known for a while. They are famous in some way – either famous for real, or just people that I see around town a lot. They are the cool kids, and in a way I am excited to finally be hanging out with them. After galavanting down the street we end up back where they live, a commercial space with a loft. A man and a woman, he has long wild hair and beard and she is decked out in hippie-requisite flowy skirt, etc. I am up in the loft looking down to the ground floor where he is bringing stuff out and showing it to me. At one point I ask him, “You’re not one of these Devendra Banhart hippy types, are you?” I don’t remember his answer.
They are bringing out strange musical instruments which I want to try to play, but the girl is very protective and won’t even let me touch some of the things.
There is another person in the house who would like to leave, and I agree that I would like to go home, too. The hippies look offended, and I try to explain that it’s not because I don’t like them, but because I have things to do at home.
* * *
I arrive home to find the place in complete disarray. There is suddenly some kind of business being run out of my room, and Dawn’s things are all over the place. She is on the phone in the other room when I come in, conducting business loudly. Jimmy looks shocked to see me there and follows me into my room trying to explain. There are papers and envelopes stacked everywhere in my room. There is a piece of mail for me which contains a clockwatching.net catalog.
I parallel park the bus on a busy street.
* * *
I am walking down the street with people that I have just met, but whom I have known for a while. They are famous in some way – either famous for real, or just people that I see around town a lot. They are the cool kids, and in a way I am excited to finally be hanging out with them. After galavanting down the street we end up back where they live, a commercial space with a loft. A man and a woman, he has long wild hair and beard and she is decked out in hippie-requisite flowy skirt, etc. I am up in the loft looking down to the ground floor where he is bringing stuff out and showing it to me. At one point I ask him, “You’re not one of these Devendra Banhart hippy types, are you?” I don’t remember his answer.
They are bringing out strange musical instruments which I want to try to play, but the girl is very protective and won’t even let me touch some of the things.
There is another person in the house who would like to leave, and I agree that I would like to go home, too. The hippies look offended, and I try to explain that it’s not because I don’t like them, but because I have things to do at home.
* * *
I arrive home to find the place in complete disarray. There is suddenly some kind of business being run out of my room, and Dawn’s things are all over the place. She is on the phone in the other room when I come in, conducting business loudly. Jimmy looks shocked to see me there and follows me into my room trying to explain. There are papers and envelopes stacked everywhere in my room. There is a piece of mail for me which contains a clockwatching.net catalog.
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