Hello Again Agents (and Spies): I am perturbed as hell. As usual, my...er, perturbment (?), is my own fault. BUT, did you know it's practically fucking impossible to find a way to entertain yourself in Siskiyou County on a Tuesday night (that doesn't involve the unneccesary killing of trees or people). For fuck's sake, all I wanted to do was find a goddamned place to go sit and drink coffee and read Bill Moyers' last book (which is utterly depressing by the way). So I go to Mt. Shasta, where this place called The Stage Door is supposed to be open til 10:00...ON WEDNESDAY! Then, I go to Has Beans (another coffeehouse) that's supposed to be open til 9:00 or 9:30...NOPE! They're turning the frickin' chairs over at 8:00! Thus I had to go drink the worst non-alcoholic beverage in the fucking world at the Rex Club (back in Yreka), an amber O'Douls...DEPRESSING! Anyone who knows me knows that I used to love The Rex Club--used to! Without Mel and Del that place sucks (even though it is a bit cleaner). Anyway, I couldn't take anymore of the Rex Club on a Tuesday night (sober), so I went across the street to Denny's! But I had to leave because I was, yes, perturbed, by a retard who was sitting at the counter that had--by the smell of it--pissed himself repeatedly. All of this so I could find a fucking place to sit and read. That's my fault, partly, for moving back to my hometown. As for the rest of the blame...It's God's (or Gods') fault! Siskiyou County sucks just to torture ME, I'm convinced of it. Oh well, I am here to carry out a very important plan (which will be revealed in the next few months or years, depending). It is kind of fun driving around at 11:00 p.m. on Yreka's deserted streets listening to Pere Ubu's Dub Housing in my truck...but it's kind of not fun, because that's what I always do when I get frustrated and bored in Yreka (and I'm not drunk). ANYHOO...if'n you don't live in Siskiyou County (or someplace equally lame), I guess you don't really identify/give a fuck/whatever. Actually, I am coming to the very sad realization that there is probably no one who really "identifies" with me. I guess, on the upside, I'm an "individual". Great. Oh well, society will be made to pay for my confusion and discomfort. Just kidding. People don't find jokes like that funny, I've discovered. Especially when I'm not really joking. And people find that even less amusing. Now I must leave you, my beloved revolutionary sweethearts, to sob in my Miller Lite and listen to The Only Ones' "The Whole of the Law", the most wonderfully trite and brilliant pop song. As ever, your werewolf bathtub, FELIX

¶ 11:45 PM   

Evelyn Dawn said...
sounds like someone has a tear in their beer.  

joey nova said...
Move back to civilization and we can rock out to Molly Hatchet













MOrrissey on the top 20? Even if it is while working on C.O.T.  

Anonymous said...
I've tried to leave a comment about 3 times now.

Yeah, there's nothing to do in Siskiyou even moderately late. If I MUST leave the house, it's McD's, Wal Mart, Denny's, or Priceless.

Meanwhile, the Rex is fucked up now because they fired Maggie after she's worked there for 25 years. The reason? NO ONE KNOWS.

~*CORINNA*~  

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