1. Monday, February 6, 2017

    i get it, no one wants to have their good thing taken away 

    everyone likes to stroll into the Super Walmart with their sweetie all duded up on a Saturday night

    everyone likes to think, i could buy whatever i want and not have to look at my account balance first

    everyone likes to know the milk wont be sour and the avocados will be nearly ripe

    and the people who are working there are

    acceptable

    to me an my friends.

    america isnt that different than most places. we get comfortable in our little routines and after a while we resist change.

    i hate that the record stores have left Westwood, it ticks me off when rock clubs shut down, and if theres one thing that makes me crazy it’s not knowing any of the fucking bands i see on the marquee of the Wiltern. so i can understand why others dont like it when their neighborhoods “change”.

    but no matter what the world famous busblog thinks or wants, those marquees keep moving. names i aint never heard of end up on there and sometimes they play for omg three four nights in a row.

    sting can barely sell out the palladium but some dipshit dj can sell it out all week and you know what, the answer isnt to fuck up their shit, it’s on me to adjust.

    i thought i was good at this hockey game ive been playing for the last little while so i got cocky and went online to play against some stranger, knowing full well it would be some little kid and sure enough the little kid whipped my ass.

    sometimes we need our ass whipped. sometimes we need to know that our neighbors dont want hope and change they want fear and rewind. sometimes we need to get sick so we can vomit up all the dank resin in our dangly bits.

    it’s just weird that we’re all sick after just 12 days of this shit.