Hello again C.O.T. Agents (and spies),
Since Rhinestone Charley Allen was good enough to get the damn Blog up and operating, I reckon I should be using it. Let me begin by saying that I'm as bored as a Republican in a library around here. Please don't piss me off by saying "Only boring people get bored". Siskiyou County--specifically, Grenada (population 235)--is a really boring place, that is if you don't go to sleep by 9:00. Everything closes by 4:30, except for bars and gas stations. I can usually entertain myself in a bar without much effort, except for I live about eight fucking miles from the nearest bar. Tonight I went to Mt. Shasta, since I heard tell that there's a cafe/cabaret that stays open until the late hour of 10 p.m. I done got there at 9:00 and it was closed. The Vets Club--a bar--however, was open...so I went in there. Me like The Vets Club. It's on the cusp of "dive bar'. It's, supposedly, the oldest bar in Mt. Shasta. It's the coolest bar in Mt. Shasta, me thinks. It's dark (a plus), has a pool table (usually a minus). A dead jukebox, wood floors, sort of the makings of a Marilyn Monroe shrine. I was trying to write THIS there, but I was interrupted by, I think, a drunk guy with a black eye who wanted me to transpose his poetry. I politely declined. I don't know what it is--if it's me or what--but almost every time I go into a bar with a book (especially a notebook), people come up to me and want me to write down their life story, or a poem or whatever. Maybe I should stop refusing. Anyway, some guy at the end of the bar bought everyone a round and since I was there I guess I was included under the umbrella of "everyone"...thus, my Lite beer from Miller was complimentary. I left a four dollar tip anyway. There was a pretty girl there (not drinking) who made a triumphant exclamation when she saw that the A's won. That girl could have been an ugly old hag, I wouldn't know...being an A's fan ups a girl's hotness like 80%. Normally I would have loved to sit in that bar and drink like Dylan Thomas, but NOOOOOOOOOOOO, I had to leave because I don't want to get a baby DUI. What the fuck?! Why can't live back in the 50s (or even the 70s) when you could order your car built from the factory with a mini-bar? Why do I have to live in this ANTI-FUN society. And, by the way, California is the most ANTI-FUN state--except, maybe, for Utah. I guess that's why the majority of people in Siskiyou County are always frowning. They can't go anywhere and have a good time. I mean it, too, the people here all have perma-frowns--even the way they talk has a course edge to it. You know, Mt.Shasta isn't as bad as Yreka about that. Actually, the last couple of times I've been there the people are remarkably more friendly than Yrekans or Montagueans or Grenadians...ah, most of you probably have no fucking ideer what I'm talking about. Come to think of it, though, maybe it is a NORTH COUNTY thing. It is! I'm sure of it. Oh well, unless I want to move, I'll be suffering the North County doldrums. Still there? You must be as bored as I am. I was thinking about trying to compose something more interesting but...I can't right now. I think I'm going to go to Denny's in Yreka--at one time a great source of inspiration for me. But I done figured that I should put something up. There, I hope you're happy. As ever, your most evil weevil, Felix

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Anonymous said...
South county sucks!

Mt. Shasta people are only happy because the Lumerians (or however you spell it) spiked their punch.

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