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dubkitty wrote:f it wasn't for Kai the Hatchet-Wielding Hitchhiker, that would be the best homeless person story EVER.

well. see. Kai is like....... the alter ego of a super hero and he forgot to be a badass and blend in that day. that's just a whooooooooooooole 'nother REALM.

You Only Burn Forever. YOBF isn't as catchy though.

I went to apply to a music store for a summer job, luckily the owner was actually there-first time I've ever seen him. When I asked he said:

"Nope, just the same old worthless crew."

I smiled and left.

behndy wrote:in Berkeley yarea you get the same skuzzy ass people asking for change that that's just their life. yuck. i hate that shit. 'specially after working for 10 hours than going straight to the 4 hour class because i can only take night classes one or two days a week so it's lonnnnnnnnng hours. than some fuck is all, "hey. gimme. GIMME.".

i used to get a lot more outwardly frustrated with things and i went from, "yah i got change. because i WORKED FOR IT.", to, "NO. NO NO NO NO." when asked for change. i had one phrase that filled me with happiness and worked really well until...... until it didn't.

...

run away. never use that phrase again. have a sad.

I've got a line for you.

My (then) girlfriend and I were in DC in March of 2001, on our first real adult vacation that didn't involve following a band around the country.

We were being shown around by a friend of our who lives up there. This guy works for the patent office, but when he gets off work, he pulls off his long sleeve shirt to reveal full arm sleeve tattoos. If I didn't know, at the time, that his preferred method of transport was a Vespa, I probably would have been intimidated by him.

In any event, it was late in the evening and we were walking to a metro station to head back to our hotel after having a nice dinner at some hidden gem restaurant he had found. It was just the three of us, and we were dressed rather nice.

At a certain point, we noticed we were being followed by an urban ourdoorsman ("homeless guy"). This guy followed us for several blocks, making every turn we made. When we stopped, he stopped. When we moved, he moved. He was closing in the gap, approaching us. We didn't know what he had in mind, so we high tailed it to the station.

He caught up with us as we reached the turnstile to enter the station. He says to my friend, who has his jacket off and his intimidating tattoos exposed, "Hey man, do you have any change...?"

My friend, well experienced with the urban outdoorsmen in DC, takes a deep breath, turns to him, looks him in the eye, and in the most sympathetic, hippy-like tone possible, he says...

"Brother, change comes from within."

The guy looks at us with a blank stare, not knowing what to say. We enter the station, leaving him behind, and didn't look back.

I have used that line countless times here in Savannah, where we have a HUGE homeless problem (the problem is huge, the homeless are regular sized, there's just a lot of them, and as they say in the South, they ain't from around here).

It always works. Nobody expects transcendental advice when begging to get their next fix.

Mike

lol. that's good. but while funny, in this yarea it'd be as likely to inspire a conversation.

hope you guys dont think less of me
but ive spent some time panhandling
"change comes from within"
is almost always answered with
"then shit me out a quarter,brother"

there's a HUGE difference between being stuck, or on a roadtrip or whatever temporary, and making it a lifestyle. THAT'S the shit i can't stand. people that i've seen in the same spot for years.

blegh.

hurm. related -

was walking down Telegraph Ave before a show when i was a young kicken, little gutter punk kid said,

punker - "let you shit in my face for a quarter."

me - "....... let me what now in your face for a quarter?"

punker - "you can spit in my face for a quarter."

me - "OH. SPIT. thought you said shit. was like, dawg. you need to learn the value of that. you're wayyyyyyy underpricing your services."

bandmate - "DEAL!"

he threw a dollar at him and started hocking away.

kinda grody.

he had milk at dinner.

yeah
it was my lifestyle
managed to not make it my life
nowadays i feel funny
tryin to exchange a dollar bill
for someones two quarters
when the meter maid is on the prowl
but while were talkin about odd experiences
and bummin change
i was on a corner in nyc years back
freakin heat wave
i got woke up by someone askin if i was alright
said sure fine
and he put a dollar in my lucky viagara travel coffee cup
that im lookin at right now btw
i keep my carpenters pencils in there
reminds me every day what fucking hell life can be
(ed:i should say what hell i can make it)
so this kinda nerdy guy with a baseball cap
and black nerd glasses is crouchin down
hes wearin a t shirt
with the band Voids album cover on it
they were a dc hardcor dischord band (in 80s-90s?)
they did a split wtith this band faith
i was addicted to it as a kid
so i start goin off on this guy
holy shit,that album,means blah blah blah my life
like ramblin like a woken heat stroked junky
the dude was so nice
said his friend was the guitar player
they used to play shows together all the time etc
dude puts another dollar in my viagara cup
i say "god bless you brother"
or maybe not
anyway this dudes like my hero
months later after i got off the street
im watchin this documentary on dc hardcore
the guy pops up on the screen
im like holy shit
its that dude with the tsshirt my hero
guess what name pops up under him

im still not sure wether that story is cool or not

that's fucking AWESOME.

i don't get the Moby hate. he's not put out my favorite musics, but he's good at what he does.

moby, like moby moby? moby was into void?

like moby moby
he was in some dc hadcore band himself
not only into
but played shows with them
i got no hate for him
guess that came out wrong
its just confusing
before you opened the nsfw
would you ever think moby
just an odd experience thats all
being a fan of the man moby
but the music not bein my thing
that animal rights album was the shit though
gotta tell you greenfuz
since we dont talk too much music round here
i didnt think the void reference was gonna stick
how good was faith/void/faith
organized sports
WHO ARE YOU?WHY AM I HERE?
i....want.....to die...
everyone get that album right fucking now
embrace your inner pissed off adolescent

This thread was well needed.

i've always liked Moby, though he's had some pretty embarassing moments in the post-Play years. he's the kind of person i like, a study in contradictions: Christian and roué, brilliant and stoopid, ravemeister and punk (he sat in on the encore of one of the Mission of Burma reunion shows in NYC in 02). i don't like or agree with a fair bit of what he's done, but his good work is unimpeachable. say anything bad about "Porcelain" or "Everytime You Touch Me" and i will HARM YOU.

which reminds me of the wonderful coincidence that happened when i went to New York to see the first official Burma show of their de-retirement. after spending the opening act--a rather grating electrified-orchestra-strings project of the sort that can either be intriguing or, as in this case, as off-putting as Herbert von Karajan conducting Debussy (or even more terrifyingly Schöenberg!)--sitting in a rather ornate chair by a table lamp in the lobby of Irving Plaza reading MOJO magazine, the first Burma set finally started. i found my favorite sort of spot to stand, near enough to the soundboard that i'm hearing what the engineer hears, and they SLEW. at the end of the first set, which if i recall correctly, ended with "Max Ernst" and "Academy Fight Song," i turned to the guy standing next to me, who was an affable chap with nerdish curly hair and horn-rimmed spectacles, and we began raving about how great the set was and how they were as good as they ever were. once we calmed down, we introduced ourselves and it turned out the guy, whose name escapes me, was Burma's unofficial archivist, who's known Clint since before Burma and saw EVERY BURMA SHOW EVER. so it really WAS that good. he was urging me to buy a ticket for the following night's show, but i told him "i'd love to, but this was so good that i don't want to have anything to compare it to." he understood.

moby did thats when i reach for my revolver
on that animal rights album kitty
you gotta check it out
its crazy
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0v9a-x45gw[/youtube]
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