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Amber

 I am lucky enough to have met Amber.  I didn't even expect to meet someone like her but that's how life is I guess, as near as I can figure out.

the worst thing I've ever done

 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. :(

willamette

Thursday, August 20 12:24am

Nada

at karate

It's Tuesday night and im at karate.

Scrolling and liking

 I'm scrolling and liking.

kumite 1976

https://youtu.be/jKQ2KS3qoLs

chocolate malted

an you imagine drinking a Pure Leaf right after a chocolate malted? Or a root beer on top of a piece of cake with icing?

tha street

Some days I think I should do something useful.

My Sisters and Brothers with The Deep Woods Band

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I started with Polish and then Russian and then started with Japanese because Shotokan is Japanese and reading Japanese is really difficult and requires hours and hours of study.

grass

Grass

Jon Tillis

Jon Tillis is in jail for trying to break into John Hroza's house last night.  He's manic and out of control.  Sad because he was supposed to be in our new band.

DJ Screw - Conscious Daughters - Funky Expedition

larena

Shawanda just left with the pizza.

deep woods band

https://www.reverbnation.com/thedeepwoodsband/song/27342689-13-baby-we-got-nothin

strolls

I strode over to Dixon Creek today twice, and then drove over to southcorvallistown to wander a bit in Willamette Park, and got a nice view of the river.  Now if I could just quit smoking.

late-night thrills

I need a xanax

nothing

Nothing

Jerry Garcia=love

• erry Garcia=love @mountain girl @nashville, oregon. Deb Trist Token Jackson... ~ summit, oregon.... The grateful dead never toured Japan. Albert Collins played at the Budokan. Highly recommended. also check out Allman Brothers Florida Bandshell 85 or so. John Mayer is a lousy guitarist. If the most intelligent he can say is he used to sleep with african american chicks, then he's got some serious real time problems. There's another guitarist who played in the Rock Collection with Melvin Seals and another drummer and another guitarist that played at Cozmic a few years ago and he was great. He started with a song by the Band, and his voice was soulful and he had about a million pickups on his guitar. It was nice to see Melvin Seals too, hadn't laid eyes on him since my 3 JGB Warfield SF '88 shows. Thank you Solomon Samuels for getting the tickets and setting that up and obtaining the MDMA. Sol Samuels is not on fzbook but there never was a greater fan of Jerry Garcia than he, and he sold me a lot of good marijuana at Barrington Student Cooperative (check wikipedia) in Berkeley in '88. When I was studying East Asian Languages at UC Berkeley, living in Barrington, doing workshifts, playing my guitar and getting stoned as hell, trying to memorize Kanji the next morning as I stroll to class burnt out from all the weed smoking the previous night. Tying my yellow fever with the grateful dead experience was always problematic. My girlfriend at the time Patty Eng, didn't like the lines "she's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water." from Wake of the Flood, weather report suite. I guess it doesn't matter what color or shape you are when you're kneeling down to gather water, because if you do that, you are at least getting water, which is what's needed to defeat this covid19 scourge. I can't even visit my friend in Portland because his mini three person family is isolating like good citizens.

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  Christopher David Farrell What happened to Cherry Garcia flavor at the local 7/11?

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  Christopher David Farrell So anyway, some dude was very friendly with me at Cozmic when I told him how long it had been since I saw Melvin Seals. Melvin makes me break down crying, really. But I didn't think much of the other guitarist. Pretty lame actually. So I knew Blue Lotus was playing at Luckey's around the coroner, so I walked over there and Felix Blades was totally shredding! It was awesome. Then the bass player thought I wanted the wrong bathroom or something. That was unpleasant. The woman in the band is great too. They kept losing keyboard players. Now Felix is going to Lane, which is maybe the best place for such a talented dead diaspora guitarist of that age. Things can get pretty exciting when you're 19 and can shred on the guitar. RIP Tif. This is all guaranteed true. I watch the documentary of the dead and other bands travelling across canada obsessively. Everybody was skinny then! I need to drop twenty pounds, and I can only do 25 situps. My second chakra hasn't been getting a workout, is the simple truth of it.

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  Christopher David Farrell I'd reread all these words but I have to go outside and smoke.

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  Christopher David Farrell Jerry in Jail is my favorite recording. Oregon State Prison, 1984. Jerry Garcia and John Kahn. RIP John Kahn.

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  Christopher David Farrell they do Ruben and Cherise

@$!#

Now i know the phone can seem a bit heavy at times but I advice ebery barringtonian to try to pick up the phone and call their fellow barringtonians. Preferably on a landline. Talking audibly to your fellows or sisters is good because tone of voice can be determined. We may find out we all speak English. And yes spellinf matters. Spliffs matter. Then next is the meatspace reunion. As opposed to cavorting in cyberspace. These newfangled computers are of no use. I need physical people around but im agoraphobic and afraid of hwifhts. This took me a while to type out on my cellslab so i hope y'all appreciate my English skills and the straight path. 🇷🇺 🇵🇱 🇯🇵 check inclementreality.blogspot.com for more of my bukowskiesque ravings. My problem is I don't know my audience for the blog. I have paper zines also for sale. DM me for the address. Five dollars each. im looking to cash in on years of art ~ My bank account is overdrawn and im in debt. True dat. And I'm not an actor and try not to lie. I'm 50. 37 years of Shotokan. I'm totally not the type to do karate full time. I'm a lover not a fighter. So send me $$$. *loathesome snicker* barringtonians rock. Berkeley is fun. More good music.

Reggaemylitis

Peter Tosh - Can't Blame The Youth (1969-1972) [Full album]

Frank Brennan, the Irish terror of Shotokan. RIp Enoeda sensei