On Judgement Day Rhinestone Charley Allen will be made to answer for hooking up this goddamn BLOG...Oh well, greetings once more C.O.T. Agents (and Spies). I've just returned from the Twin Peaks-a-Thon that is the Yreka Denny's. There, again, was the retard who has a penchant for pissing himself. Now, when I say "retard" some of you might think I'm using it as an insult against someone who is not, technically, retarded. No, this guy is a bonafide RETARD. The more politically correct amongst you might chastise me for using the word RETARD. Sorry fuckers, but a RETARD is a RETARD. We can't just change the word RETARDED to "mentally challenged" because non-retards consider RETARD an insult. That's retarded. Retards, REAL retards, probably don't object to being called retards after all. I just don't get these hang-ups, seriously. ANYWAY...
I done finished reading Bill Moyers' Moyers on America--an excellent book. I'd like to be a grown up for once and talk about Moyers' book but I'm kind of weirded out by what I done witnessed in Denny's (no, not the retard who pisses himself). Denny's was overrun by punk-looking kids most of the time I was there. So what? Some of you might ponder. Yeah, except for since when have there been punk-looking kids in fucking Yreka (and least in the numbers that were present)?! I say "punk-looking" because I'm sure none of these kids are actually "Punk". One kid had a My Chemical Romance shirt on for fuck's sake. Wait, before I go any further...I'm not really that upset about the punk-looking kids not being punk. Who am I to question their, um, "Punkness" anyway. Plus, FUCK PUNK. Punk's dead (this time for sure). I think I'm just offput by one of the punk-looking kids (with a fauxhawk) calling me Sir. Sir?! What am I fucking British now? Sir!? Do I look that old now? I guess to that kid I do. It might be also because I am dressing so very very square at this juncture (for undercover purposes). I've even taken out my nosering. I refuse to wear a fucking nosering anymore when fucking everyone has one now. I can't justify myself wearing a ring in my nose and some chick who's a waitress who probably doesn't even listen to punk. See, punk is fucking dead (this time for sure). Anyway, being called "sir" (and not in that stoner-about-to-bum-a-cigarette kind of way) really whacked me out. Some good came out of my observation of the punk-looking kids at Denny's, too, I guess. It made me sort of nostalgic for when I was their age (or younger) and hanging out with like the other three people who were intelligent and brave enough to do and dress the way they wanted in Yreka back then. I'm a sentimental person. But not sentimental enough to really want to re-live those fucked up days. But they were bittersweet--then and now.
ONE MORE THING...I done went down to Mt.Shasta, too, tonight to an open mic poetry reading thing. It was alright. There were about 14 people there...not bad. The place it was at, The Stage Door, is fucking awesome. It made me kind of happy and kind of entertained but it's not my scene...yet. I don't think I'm going to find anywhere I really feel comfortable hanging out in Sis-ki-you County. Maybe that's a good thing. AND, according to Corinna a.k.a. Corinna, the REx Club has now fired its last tie to the good old days, Maggie. Corinna a.k.a. Corinna doesn't know why it happened. I must boycott that fucking place now...unless Joey Nova comes up this weekend. More about that later. Until then...as ever, your walking blasphemy, FELIX

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Corinna AKA Corinna said...
Woot, I squirreled my way into a blog entry!

You, sir (because you're old), are awesome.

Meanwhile, yeah, there's tons of kids who think they're punk now. It's kind of cute, in a sad sort of way. I'll admit I dress kind of like that on occasion, but I just happen to like certain styles. But My Chemical Romance is NOT punk. Whiny bitches...  

Evelyn Dawn said...
One day I will sucessfully eradicate the emo sub-culture. You just wait and see.......  

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