2003-04-14 - 8:26 a.m.

Continued 4/12,2003

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So the girl I see Dan with I recognize from last night’s party. I have no idea what her name is but her hand is firmly gripped by Dan’s. I walk up to them right around the time that Kris is. Kris is with a girl that looks like maybe they are dating. She says something about being from berkeley. Kris tells us about a party over on Loyola in East davis. the easy way to remember the street numbers are stock market crash and the Nazi invasion of Poland. We said that maybe we would go. Dan, his girl, and I walk over to Dan’s place. I get introduced to her finally. her name is Theresa and she lives at the Turtle House. I pass by the house on a daily basis and I recognize the people that live there at Delta Venus but never have really known any of the occupants. the house looks very interesting. A plethora of flowers and bushes out front. A swing hanging from the porch. And a turtle hanging from the front of the house. plus it has three mail boxes. One house with three mail boxes. i wonder why?

Theresa sprawls out on Dan’s floor and Dan walks around his place looking for something to eat. We call up Chris and he says he will meet us at the Art Gallery on first and E that dan has to go to for an article he is writing for the Aggie. Theresa is going to go take a nap. chris is supposed to meet us there in half an hour.

While walking to the gallery Dan explains a hint of the events of last night. All I know is that Aisha told me that she slept in Dan’s bed but he never showed up to sleep there himself. She says that he wasn’t happy with her sleeping there but Dan doesn’t know what I’m talking about. I think on this matter I trust the slow walker.

Dan says that it was his slow walking that got him Theresa. Well not exactly. Seeing as they live right around the corner from one another they have seen each other around. She noticed him because he walked like he was thinking about something. It could be thoughts of high art, gutter drug abuse, or world domination. Dan doesn’t look like a fascist so it his thoughts were likely the two former of the options I detailed.

dan noticed her around the neighborhood. All the drunken racket from the party brought her over and brought them together. Alcohol is the aphrodisiac of the masses. Fuck romance and just give me booze.

On the way to the gallery Jordan says hello to us in front of Delta Venus. he shows us that he has two Coke bottles that are mostly Evan Williams (because Jack Daniels is too expensive) but with Coke added for color. It reminds me of what we talked about friday in the quad. I talked about hiding alcohol in bottles. Gin, Rum, Clear Tequila all do in bottled water bottles. Whiskey and gold tequila go in Apple juice bottles. Kahlua or mixed drinks go into soda bottles.

At the gallery Dab talks to one of the featured artists. i look at all the paintings also. The colors are very friendly. I like the paintings but they don’t brood or weep - they are like shades of clear sky and sun shine. There are a couple motifs in the paintings. Lady bugs, happy faces, and poetry. also - penises. One painting is of flowers - what Chris would later point out when he finally arrives, as a very vagina objet - and at the bottom of the painting is an erect penis. The title of the painting is “adam hunting for eye.”

Dan and i score some free wine. Already art shows seem drastically better than i thought they would. the guys serving the wine ask us if we are art students. Dan says he is. the guy asks me if I am. I say no, i’m studying viticulture. the guy laughs but Dan affirms that it is true. we walk up the stairs and check out the rest of the art, none of it is as good as the stuff on the bottom floor. Dan takes dome notes and we talk about the art. he says it has a childish feel to it, none in a negative way though. I point out another penis to him. There is a painting that uses the word ’head’ in its title. You are supposed to concentrate on the big yells happy face tied to a ribbon, but there is a discoloration to looks like the silhouette of a sccotom and penis. dan and I hunt for hidden cock but to no avail. I tell tell about my favorite painter H. R. Giger, but I don’t go into too much detail because I’m sure he already knows about Giger’s penis motif.

We go outside and wait for Chris. I see the Humboldt Lumberjacks walking up the street. I see the drum major and take this opportunity to talk to her about the Jackyl song,”The Lumberjack.” She seems interested in it but she has places to be and people to entertain. She seems much more timid when she isn’t performing but maybe she is tired. She’s a marching band rock and roll animal that has been on the prowl for over 8 hours straight - she is difinetly tired.

Dan and I go back in to get another glass of wine. We look at posters and wait for Chris. We look at the room with dog art and wait for Chris. We walk around more and wait for Chris. We nod hello to the owner of Delta Venus and finally Chris shows up. I show him my favorite painting and we leave.

We walk to Chris' car and then drive to the Turtle House. We go in and it feels like a hotel it is so large. the house is old. I would bet a year’s pay that someone has died in this house of unnatural causes. This house has history. If the walls of his house could tell stories than it would fill more novels than even Hemmingway could manage.

Inside Theresa’s room I memorize the names of every human. Dan, Chris, theresa, David, Greg, John, Daniel, Rachel, and myself. The name of the Dalmatian on the floor I don’t know because I just called him spot. That wasn’t his name but if someone yelled mohawk I would turn around so the Dog better not be picky with its title.

Within 30 seconds I have a Henry Weinhart’s beer bottle in my hand. I definitely like the Turtle House. We all talk about semantics for some reason. Theresa gives me a little Henessey. Chris points out the irony that shipment is set on trucks and cargo on boats. We talk about the parties of the evening. Daniel, the guy that runs the open mic night at Delta Venus on Wednesdays, knows Stan - the guy throwing the Loyola party. I mention my opinions of Dan. he has talent and the ability to be funny but he is more arrogant than a british Musician. Stan, a writer for the Aggie and a guy that was in my introductory Fiction class, likes to minamize everyone else. i tell them that I think he is a narcissist and my closing comment before I left the turtle house was that Stan would fuck himself if he could but his dick isn’t long enough.

At this point theresa says that “he’s a character.” i ask who the character is. She says that i’m a character. Dan and Chris laughs. Dan says that after i was introduced to his roommate patrick about a month ago it was also said that i am a character. Well, Shakespeare says the world is a stage so we are all characters.

We stop by Delta Venus and check out the KDVS party. Jordan is dancing with a bunch of girls. kris is sitting on the patio. I see the girl from the Aggie party of last weekend - the one with brilliant red hair that Chris confuses with almost every other curly red headed girl on campus. But this is the real deal. Chris agrees. We haven’t really been looking for this girl but we just can’t get over the color of her hair. Plus, she went to the writeclub.net web site before she ever even met me. i see Amy show up. i give her a hard time and say that she is in high school because Jordan has said that there a lot of high schoolers at the event. I give 45 cents to the guy walking around with a donation jar. I’ve listened to KDVS for ten years and now i’ve given them a nickel shy of a phone call. I would say that we’re even. Chris introduces me to his friend Darrio, who also has a mohawk. We talk about the hawk life style for a little bit. I see the Kurt Cobain look alike that is the arch nemesis of James. We all want to make our way closer to the alcohol. Before we leave Jordan shows us how much of his Even Williams and Coke he has imbibed. he is well on his way toward the proper picnic day demeanor of intoxication.

Chris and i walk and talk about how slow Dan and Theresa walk and talk. As we pass Olive street while we walk to Halsey in South Davis I call up our friend lisa and Vickie to see if they are interested in the party but alas, no answer. Chris and i begin to act juvenile and stand on top of the overpass spitting on SUVs while we wait for Dan and Theresa to catch up. Chris and I lament about the absence of pussy in our lives. We talk about hoe Theresa will now be part of our group and we will most likely be part of the Turtle House group. its not quite a treaty between the Sharks and the jets but its something. And Daniel lives next to the Turtle house with Piam and hangs out there a lot; he also grows the type of wormwood needed to complete the formula for Absinthe.

We get a little lost trying to find the place. Chris calls his work, Cinario’s pizza, the ask for directions. Chris knows 90 percentage of Davis by heart. he is the lewis and Clark of the city. A trailblazer o a pizza delivery man - whatever you want to call him.

We find halsey and make our way through the circle to find the house. I offer my opinion on the closet route and I am outnumbered but it turns out i was right and my way was short. Chris is a man so he admits that he is wrong.

We don’t hear any music but we see the house. We open the door and we see people we recognize. Will, Aisha, nadia, Gordon, and Yao. there is a pool table in the front room and posters that cater to practically every subculture hanging on the walls. A Davis Bowie poster, A Steve martin Poster, A Way of the Gun poster, A fear and Loathing in Las Vegas poster, and so forth.

We say hello to Will. Chris and i both need to use the pisser. After Chris is done i go in and notice the picture of Johnny Depp impersonating Hunter S. Thompson on top of the toilet. Thompson has hugged many a toilet in his days.

Out in the living room i talk a little to Aisha and Nadia but not really because they are more concerned with themselves. that the problem with so many teenage girls at Davis - superiority complexes. They put too much pressure on themselves - only four years and 15,000 penises to tame on campus. Your only young once, thankfully you can die more than once.

We ask where the beer is but we get no reply. Will hasn’t seen any so we walk across the street and buy a 24 pack.

As soon as we get back we see that there is some bud lights on the ground. So the budweiser we bought is our beer and we’ll just drink it on our own. Chris grabbed a warm which is a good thing in a way because it hinders the smoothness and therefore the desire to guzzle it down.

We want to play pool but nadia is playing pool, and Aisha is also. But they aren’t playing to win. If someone isn’t playing to win then they really aren’t playing at all. They are just fidgeting and calling it a game. nadia isn’t even using the q-ball. I say that as soon as every ball has a hole we get to use the sticks.

Eventually the freshman get somewhat done. But they want to play us. We break down the teams girls against boys. i want to wager but no matter how feminist these girls claim to be they aren’t really so grrl power when money is on the line. we start playing but halfway through the game gordon decides to leave and take half the party with him.

we all look around and wonder what the hell happened. A tall Indian guy named Reeshi introduces himself to me. He says he ssees me everywhere. No i know his name and he know mine. Isn’t that special. We decide to go and I ask Will if he wants to join us. Earlier I asked Will if he lives at house he says he doesn’t, but he does do a lot of drugs there.

As we leave another group follows behind us. A few of the girls I had talked to briefly because i heard them mention the band far. Far was from Sacramento and i haven’t heard anything about them in 5 years. I tried to emjam myself in their conversation but i think I was distracted by my drinking partners complaining about the absence of beer.

As we walked along halsey we decided that we didn’t want to lug around a box of beer. We were going to spread the cans among us. We paused in the street and began distributing. A woman yelled out her window that people were sleeping. She was very rude. We weren’t yelling. We were just trying to get one little thing accomplished to ease our trip from point H to point L. Chris was getting angry and began yelling back at the woman that we would just take a moment. it escalated in tone and in decibels, If the woman would have just let us be we wouldn’t have been distracted so we would have gotten it done sooner. Impatience is a waste of time.

I have on cargo pants and a big pocket in my brand-new sweatshirt so I end up hauling around 10 beers. that’s 120 ounces. Almost 8 pounds of beer.

We walk up poleline and then hit Loyola. Its a long walk. Chris keeps contemplating slowing down so Dan and Theresa can catch up but i keep telling him that we are nearly vagina. Or at least nearing a chance to have a few moments of conversation with a woman and then maybe in a chance progressions that could lead to a few moments with a vagina. Chris and I trudge along. He talks about his hopes for Kristin’s friend Hillary. Hopefully Kristin will getting around to reintroducing them because he’s tired of being lonely. Hillary is a girl that told kristin she thinks Chris is funny. As far as i’m concerned when a guy hears that a girl is interested he automatically becomes interested. And Chris is a funny guy. He’s a good looking guy too. He looks like a philosopher. One thing i have noticed once coming to college is that people seem smarter. in high school i just breezed by. The great majority of people seemed to be either below average intelligence and i was average or perhaps i was above average. i don’t want to sound arrogant. i can’t operate a calculator past grade school mathematics, but i would say that I’m a reasonably intelligent guy. i would go as far as to say that Chris is a far more intelligent man than I. He is well read. He plows through Bukowski and Rand. But I’ve never really seen him operate with the ladies. he has lots of theories but i would like to see him in practice on that one. When all my friends are getting steady fuckings (myself included) i’ll think to myself what a wonderful world.

Dan and Theresa are constantly stopping and kissing hundreds of feet behind us. That is one of the best parts of the relationship. the beginning, when everything feels so new. When you are still learning everything there is to know about a person. I’m an information junkie and that applies to personal information so i like a woman that is willing to tell me her life story and when she gets done with that she can move on to telling the story of everyone she knows.

finally we reach the party. We walk in and already have booze on us so we don’t have to worry about looking for it. We go into the backyard where we see Jordan. He has finished all of his whiskey and coke. he tells about dancing. i guess he forgot that we saw him earlier. i decide that in hindsight we could have skipped the Hasley party. but then again it was nice to stop in on Will. he seemed a little out of place there but he had a choice and he made it.

Stan comes out and tells us there has been a complaint and we all have to go inside. Once inside i step on a girls toes and she complains. i tell her that she can have retribution is she would like. She casts that she does so she proceeds to pummel my legs. It was nice to be beaten by an attractive woman. Its like the old statement - i would rather be a prince in hell than a servant in heaven. i would rather be punched by a woman than be left alone with my lonely skin.

The girl that pummeled me was sitting on a bean bag chair. i leaned down and introduced myself. She was drunk and her sandals didn’t match. She pointed to a guy a few feet away and said that the jacket she was wearing belonged to him. What the fuck does that mean? It was a tope corduroy jacket. It was some football playing schmucks letterman. She has to get up because her friend has called her over. She walks over and stumbles into the arms of another drunken teenage girl.

While I was leaning down a red haired girl notices the crack on my head and wants to know how it happened. I give her and her friend the long drawn out story of the car accident. they actually seemed attentive like they are listening. I atually lie at first though. i say that the sides of my head are shaved because I need to have surgery. There is a bone in my head. The read haired girl interupts me and says that that is my cranium. I laugh and continue lieing about a lose chip of bone in my skull. I retract the lie and I introduce myself. the red head in a green sweatshirt is names Andrea, the Asian girl in the blue jacket is Michelle. We talk more about random stuff. they ask me how old i am. I say 32. andrea says she would have guessed 40. i like the comeback. I then confess that I’m 17. they don’t believe me. I say that I’m 22. i show them my id. Andrea asks why i have a Cal ID cover. i tell her i used to live in Berkeley. She then asks if i have lost weight. yes, 50 pounds. I’m wearing all black in picture. One phrase i remember saying is that “for ninjas it is always night.” andrea says that she is 15 and Michelle says that she is 12. i say I've always wanted to commit a messload of felonies all at once so lets have some fun.

Dan and Theresa have shown up and are talking to Chris a few feet away from us. Dan says that dropped a write club flyer. i then pull some out of my pockets. Chris hands one to Andrea. Wow, somehow a girl just got my number. Chris is definitely smooth and generous because he is helping me run my game. Andrea and Michelle ask about Write Club. they want me to perform a folk song. i try to do one impromptu. I sing about my father being bald. Then they ask for I poem. I reach into my pocket and pull out my picnic day poem. Dan says he wants to hear this and i start performing. Chris keeps saying that I’m preaching. I’m making people laugh so I’m happy. When i finnish Andrea and Michelle have to go. they tell me to keep writing poetry. i tell them to check out writeclub.net, which may not be a good idea because it will probably scare them away. That’s my problem. i tell everyone about myself too soon so they get tired of me too fast.

Emrita comes over and asks who she is giving a ride to. I tell Andrea and Kristin that Emrita will kill them. I’ve been referring to murder a lot at the party. When the neighbors complained i said that neighbors isn’t what i would call them. What they really are are just people I haven’t gotten around to killing yet. I keep making jokes until the party dies when the woman leave. We wish the birthday boy happy birthday (because apparently someone is turning 21 - a guy chris knows from Spanish) and I thank Stan for providing a roof and then we are back out on the street again.

Chris and I continued talking about politics, philosophy, and pussy.

When we reach J street I make a parody of Apocalypse Now and say “J Street. Fuck. I’m still at J Street.”

Chris decides to walk home and then i take the role of the third wheel with the other two. Its a long walk. Once at the turtle house i say goodbye and drive home. i check map quest and realize that we went on a 7 mile loop around Davis but i actually walked over a dozen miles on Picnic day.

4/13.2003

I drive to work. At one o’clock mary and Caroline show up. Caroline is crying. I look at Mary and intuitively they o in the back to talk. Caroline gets cheered up. i spend the day cracking jokes with the girls.

After work i go to the computer lab. i call up Chris and we decide on the 10:30 showing of House of a Thousand Corpses in Natamos.

I show up at Chris’ and his roommates are watching rodger Dodger - an awesome movie. Don’t bother taking any classes that talk about interaction between men and women - just watch this movie.

Chris and his neighbor ryan and I talk about movies as we drive to Regal Cinema. We talk about Rodger Dodger very seriously and how it resembles the movie Naked. We also talk about fucking underage girls becuase i was contemplating the ages of the girls last night, they must be joking. But earlier in the day Jordan said that there were a lot of high school girls at delta Venus. I want pussy but I don't want to serve hard time for it.

At the movie theater we complain about the prices. nothing like spending money to make you feel old.

The movie was all right. It fizzled near the end but the main girl was hot hot hot. the movie was gory and had many a redeeming moment. we determined that this Zombie fellow will have a future in this horror genre.

back in davis I stand outside of Chris apartment and we talk about drinking alone, the embargo on Cuba, George Lucas, the love life or lack therefore of Dan and james, what we would do if we ran alternative film club next year, and it ended with Chris impersonating jar jar Binks.

I drove home, did my taxes, updated my mother on my life, and wrote this. I can’t wait until June when i actually have a bed in Davis besides a friend’s couch or my car's driver’s seat.

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