I know they're watching us. Sun and moon same time. I bring the light.
Saturday, January 09, 2021
Thursday, January 07, 2021
"yeah the green room"
You own the dispensary. You can't help me out with at least a penny? I'd be happy if you'd give me a penny? Then a fine looking lady went by. "would you like to help miss lady?" The lady turned around and gave me a five dollar bill. So you own a dispensary and you can't give me a penny?
in two hours I made one hundred forty five bucks. tomorrow I'm going to Winco. I have two sings. The second one says "the more you give, the more you shne..."
Posted by Christopher Farrell at 1/07/2021
The small wind wispers thro the leafless hedge
Posted by Christopher Farrell at 1/07/2021
Sunday, December 20, 2020
"There's also a lot of plays to be made around town, but they need legs, which I can't use anymore, says Mike, as he sits on his couch drinking 211. Mike has a long history of being homeless, and although ...'damn, that was just like some tasteless goo, and you were stuffing your face like there was no tomorrow" says Mike to Amber. Amber tends to eat a lot. She's in a trance some of the time, or carries on dialogues with spirits we can't see. Mike and Amber go back a number of years at the Julian hotel, downtown, and now they are both living here. "Will Fred Meyer cash a $100 bill" says Mike, because he's always getting in some kind of trouble. Somehow he's been kicked out of the local 7-11. I got kicked out of there too, and it's been a trying circumstance for me.
Whatever. Life goes on. People try to figure things out. Jesse goes on about angels and demons and how great his hiphop tracks are.
Sometimes I think I can see what no one else does, and then other days it seems that i have not an idea in the world, sort of like Mission in the Rain, by Jerry Garcia.
Mike stumbles around to do some great big move, like maybe get up from his chair. Amber stands in the corner, stuck in her trance. Jesse is humming along to one of his hiphop tracks. I wonder where all this is going. Maybe next month there will be nobody living here. But I'm not getting any younger, and I have no money. Still, if we wait all day, will it not be worth the wait if we detect some trace of the ineffable?
Amber fidgets in the corner. Jesse is smoking on a cigarette. I wonder what my crazy mind may bring to the next days, and try not to regret the lost chances or failed opportunities of the past.
Posted by Christopher Farrell at 12/20/2020
Sunday, November 29, 2020
Friday, November 20, 2020
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Monday, November 16, 2020
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Wednesday, September 16, 2020
The Worst Thing I've Ever Done
May 1990 I had been up for like three days because Patty had kicked me out and I thought everyone was talking about me, I was standing outside Patty's apartment building on Haste and Telegraph or Durant and Telegraph, I forget the streets after all this time, kittycorner from where the Mediterranean Cafe was anyway, and same block as Mo's Books and Cody's Books, and across from the Shakespearean book store and above another smaller but very nice book store, I was standing at the call box talking to Patty over the intercom, and she didn't want to let me in the building. I was extremely tired and couldn't handle the feeling I was the center of attention, which seriously i probably was at that point but that's neither here nor there, ..the point is I couldn't take it anymore and so I used a front thrust kick (TM Shotokan karate-do in Nishiyama's lineage) to smash through the glass of the first door with my kick ass logger boots that I was the only one in Berkeley wearing, and the glass shattered and I stepped through, and someone yelled "Hey!" and I walked or run walked up three flights of stairs to her door and all I knew is that she was in there. She was actually on the phone to her good friend in Los Angeles, and when I smashed through her door with another front thrust kick (tm Nishiyama Hidetaka 1939) it was the worst thing I have ever done, because she would have been seriously hurt if she had been right behind that door. As it was she was about five or ten feet behind the door and her cat Mojo was in the bedroom or something. She had a great place. So yeah, she could have been hurt but she wasn't. She started screaming and I went and sat down in the living room with the windows facing the hills and turned on my portable stereo. Five seconds later two beefy cops show up and slam me to the ground, cuff me, and cart me downstairs while I scream for Patty, embarassing the hell out of her. So I sit in the cop car for a while and the owner shows up and actually seems amused by the whole situation. He's like "No Shit! Somebody smashed through two of my doors and there's not a bruise on her." hehe. That's the way it goes in the way of the women-obsessed. She wrote me a couple postcards four or five months later when I was comatose in the hills north of Corvallis. Patty was an art major but I met her when she was a waitress and graduated and working at a Japanese restaurant that was known as Joshuu-ya. She was squeezing out white towels and looked unhappy when I was working there and snarfing sushi while i washed dishes. The sushi chef was there illegally, at least according to Patty. It was a good place. Good food. She'd sneak me scoops of green tea in the back when nobody was looking. Somebody's always looking however. So anyway, nothing happened. I destroyed some very fine glass and a very fine door and dead bolt. None of which are living. So seems like a big deal to me because I still miss her, but other people maybe didn't even know it happened at all.
The police put me in Berkeley jail where I was doing secret ninjutsu hand formations, and they opened the door and did nothing to me, put the cuffs on and drove me to Highland Hospital, aka hell. Then my dad drove down and broke me out of there. He said we had to climb over a fence and go back to Oregon so we did. You should have seen his eyes when he was staring at that Oakland map and trying to figure out the right routes to drive back from Highland Hospital in Oakland (now closed), to north of Cowvallis where I grew up. In the hills. We're basically hill people. LMFAOAlmost. When you are really confused and don't know where to turn, dad is there for you. At least as long as he's alive. :(
Posted by Christopher Farrell at 9/16/2020