October 2003
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10.14.2003
I met my ex-boyfriend’s secret twin in Brooklyn in the shape of someone rob went to high school with. When Zak Smith, now a New York native and artist, walked into the Orange Bear last week, I had to do a double-take. Aside from the punk-rock hair (and what I later confirmed were not Zvi’s…
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10.13.2003
Sitting waiting out the digestive consequences of a McDonald’s burger and fries, Thai food and a shot of Bailey’s. Mix, stir lightly by walking a few blocks through Times Square, add a gig and simmer for a couple hours. Ugh. I don’t even think I need to make a rule against this concoction. I am…
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October 11, 2003.
Good thing I write things in the Journal, or I’d have forgotten that I’d downloaded all that tab. Went to China Town today – very cool stuff. Not really that much to say though, other than the Rat King REALLY fucked with us today. Jeezoflip. Met Shane (of Philly) for lunch, but it took us…
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October 10, 2003.
Can’t sleep. Can’t ever sleep, but tonight I’m particularly restless. New York City is where the Rat King Sleeps, far beneath the city, beneath the subways and the sewers. Perhaps he sends scouts to the surface. Rooting around for cheeses and elderly cats, they are dragged to subterranean rat labyrinths to be tortured and beaten…
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October 9, 2003.
This trip out just hasn’t been very nice. The accident on the drive up took a lot out of me, leaving me in shock in a way. I hate the senselessness of it, knowing that it’s all fun and games until someone drives their 18-wheeler through your passenger seat. Heather and I have both been…
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October 7, 2003.
The horrible thing about car accidents, is that no matter how much your day sucks because you’re waiting in traffic, someone else’s day is sucking SO much more. I think we’re still in New Jersey. A charming state that was once described to me as “the place where they make farts”. The place where the…
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October 6, 2003.
Unfortunately, the Biker’s for Babies event is an almost complete washout. We played to five people, including my Dad, the soundguy and his girlfriend, and the fan who invited us. Sigh. The day, however, was not a COMPLETE loss: These are my new boots, which finally came in the mail. Went and picked them up…