fish dont even drink this much cuz they’ll have to keep running behind the coral to wizz, but i dont care. its isla vista representing in this shit.
i do love austin and tonight the deputy met sk and her pals and i at the gingerman downtown and for having 1200 bands this place sure has enough bars to make it seem like there are only 12 bands in town. we drank pitchers of texas beer and then i dipped into the Spaten.
around the second pitcher these british soccer wearing jersey guys came up to us pretending that they were the fbi. i was all, i can trump that with my xbi password but im on vacation so do your thing limey. turns out they were just kidding and drunk and obnoxious and dumb. the deputy distracted them and me and sk and her friends kept yapping. good kids all of them. suprisingly every single one of them was from harvard.
so i kept drinking. karisa has taught me quite a few things but one thing i learned from her is that i truly can drink. and im a good drunk. i got up and put some quarters in the jukebox. jimmy smith, VU, elvis costello, stones, etc
got back to the booth and the brits had invaded the booth next to us as well. two cigar smoking yuppies. after our third pitcher the deputy turns to me and says wanna see a fight? and sure enough the locals are holding their cigars and the drunken slobby brits are driving them out of the bar. and then they drank their beer and slobbered over the girls we were with.
“aye whose this we have here?” pointing at sk’s half asian friend. “is her name princess?” he asked.
i said i wasnt sure, that i was new in town. that names were for far more advanced creatures. that women were property anyway and i just numbered females. etc.
“then who is this lass?” and he pointed at sk and i said that her name was juanita because i love that name.
and i was glad that they had made the frat boys run off with stogies in hand and soon we were headed across the street and down a few blocks to a new place, a better place, a brighter place, a place with a fireplace and a country band who was tuning up right next to us.
theres nothing my friends better than a really good banjo player doing his thing to get in tune and get warmed up
unless of course its a really good fiddle player who’s warming up next to him.
austin has been a delight. a capital d delight. too many bars the way santa barbara had too many beaches.
tomorrow at noon soundrack of our lives will play and then at two thirty tsar will give this town the rock enema that its so yearning.
its one thirty am and this computer doesnt let me see gmail so i cannot write back to everyone who wants to write me but for those of you who have ordered books i will mail them out on monday when i return and for those of you who have lifted yr shirts and sent it to me thank you, especially the women.
ive been drinking and i could drink some more but the only thing i look forward to more than the pleasant sleep that i will have is eating my leftover ribs that are waiting for me in the suite.
i heart you austin texas and i know you heart me back.