[ Wednesday, May 07, 2003 ]
Day 65 to Day 73
Confidential report of Homeland Security undercover mission, from operative "Bad F*cker", enclosed. Do not forward. This e-mail will explode in 10 seconds.. . . sighted subject (aka D Bug) in guerilla autonomous zone coffee shop in rural ______ . . . over.
. . . interrogated subject re: status of life form production, and implications for homeland security . . . over.
. . . subject still uncertain as to gender of gestational life form . . . over. . . subject suspects life form may be venusian and/or pliedean in origin . . . over.
. . . please review documentary evidence attached hereto . . .
. . . further reports as warranted . . .
- Bad F*cker Surveillence Services
Oakland, CA. A day in the life of a Power Bar addict.
4 p.m. Wake up late in the afternoon again, still have part of a Cherry Crunch Harvest sitting on top of the TV, blow the cigarette ashes off the wrapper and swallow what remains in two bites, the coffee tastes better now, birds are prettier, everything a little bit lighter, everything creamy, and the sounds of my housemates' doings don't bother me as now.
6 p.m. I need a bump, and open the last little foil packet of Energy Bites. Peanut Butter again. Fuck. Oh, well. It's better than standing in the rain (on the dirty boulevard, of course) selling my ass to get money for a better flavor.
6:30 p.m. I sleep all evening. ______'s call wakes me up. He promises to come over with a box of cookies 'n cream Harvest bars. (I don't get much out of the original formula anymore.) There's a moth attacking the dirty dim bulb floating over my bed. I surf around on spookygirls.com
10 p.m. ______ never shows up. Typical. Fucker. I go back to bed and fantasize about Kathy Acker . . . Johnny Depp . . . Johnny Cash . . . Cat Power . . .
Midnight. Out of supplies. Time to call up _____ and see if he'll help me hold up the Texaco FoodMart down on Taurus so we can survive here for another couple of days.
San Francisco, CA. Back in the city looking for inspiration, resolution, and dealing with petty and annoying financial bullshit.
The motorcycle that wouldn't go away. Take the title transfer request to the DMV. Pay the consignment shop. Pay the DMV. Take the pink slip just in case. Wait for a new title in the mail. Pay the BMW mechanic. Negotiate storage with the mechanic. Put the ad up again on Craigslist. Pay eBay. Pure fuck. Drive the fucking bike into the ocean just to be done with it once and for all. Try to find some perspective. It's a minor inconvenience after all. Compared with the things that really matter. Trying to not let the petty financial stuff fill my head and obscure my vision.
Travelogue? What travelogue? Too busy standing in line at the DMV and sitting in Atlas Café reading trailsource.com.
Recent Correspondence.dude (sic),
can someone please check on the most current badfucker
highway rumor that he's been taken over by some alien
life form...
current transmissions have been erratic & somehow
different than earlier badfucker communications...
i don't know...but something's not right on the
badfucker highway...
...f
member director floss forest proving grounds
Soundtrack:Arabesque, L7, Princess Supahstahhh
Reading List: Rip-Off Red, Girl Detective, Kathy Acker [5/7/2003]
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