  Post By: lunchbox benny Thu 06/17 02:39 so umm, i've started work on i hate greg, picked ideas for the project, burned them and gave a copy to jeff, we'll see what he accepts or rejects. jeff has a certain "cool" about him. like when i feel all awkward cause i don't know what to say or i'm tired and the hampsters not meeting his quota, he has this relaxed cool thing working for him. so anyway these songs they make me really sad, but i believe in their story. mostly love songs or love gone wrong songs, but uh, well you'd think they were about a man and a women kinda love. but when you take the time to talk with the songs you learn, maybe they're not about a man and a women at all.
maybe they're about your mom or your dad or your brother or sister, or maybe just a friend that you counted on who left you hurting real bad, when you need them the most. i went to norfolk last weekend to pan handle, i was comfortable with the town and the low life, and trust me i was at low life hotel, i might have snorted some pills i found, they were the kind of pills that take away anxiety and make you sleepy, and they might have been the kind that could kill you if you snorted them, depending on the person snorting. and the only reason i don't pack up and go back to norfolk to become a crank head with the best of them is i hate crank it's a dirty drug and a dirty high, and the only reason i stay alive is cause i have band members i really like to work with and a pile of people from my past to prove wrong, so i struggle day after day in my quest for truth and beauty. and one of the people at the bottom of the pile is an asshole named greg, he made my life hell in junior high, and was the leader of the tribe that laughed me out of that school, laughed me out of that town. and the sick thing was i looked up to him and adored him, my enemy the one person i most wanted to blow up.
the funny thing is that he grew up to be everything he made fun of me for. gregs have always pissed me off in one way or another, i don't think i've ever met a greg that was a true friend. they're always superficial people. maybe there's a greg out there that is really cool, but at this moment i'm sure i hate greg. anyway norfolk, that town just makes me wanna listen to ride on by ac/dc really loud and and drink beer with lesbians in trailer parks. but south dakota memories have been calling me alot lately. but i'm in omaha and i need to keep my eyes on the road not fixed on the rear veiw mirror, and i might have a job at gallup polls, it pays 13-19 $ an hour and could solve every problem in front of me so i really hope i get a crack at it.
they seem to be mostly concerned about finding people with a consistant job history and good conversationalists so i think i have a good shot. i was re thinking about what i recently posted about johnny goudie and our art talking to each other, thinking that may be a bit too much to assume but i just read about how he was hanging out at a biker barbq and played a solo show for bikers.
i love bikers they're so much cooler then gregs. this could be the meaning to life. "Each one of us, in his timidity, has a limit beyond which he is outraged. It is inevitable that he who by concentrated application has extended this limit for himself, should arouse the resentment of those who have accepted conventions which, since accepted by all, require no initiative of application. And this resentment generally takes the form of meaningless laughter or of criticism, if not persecution. But this apparent violation is preferable to the monstrous habits condoned by etiquette and estheticism. " Man Ray,Paris 1934 "when the going gets weird... the weird turn pro" -dr. hunter s. thompson, L-U-V you best believe.
benny 
