I've been meaning to review something worth while for the past
few weeks. I looked at everything and thought about what could
make for funny. Couldn't find shit….the summer is winding
down and I'm getting lazy. It's the heat, the humidity, the lazy-fucking
days of summer. All I got is an experience or two about what I
did this summer...hope yr interested.
…When did the summer start anyway? It was way cold and
I had to sleep with a down-comforter and then all of sudden I
had to keep my apartment windows wide open. That sucked, yeah!
Didn't rain much but going to the beach at first was real weird.
…your "best" friends are back. Those collegiate
bound are back living it up with mom and dad but you have no real
stories to talk about. They do. Madrid, France, Prague, Bolivia.
They all went there to do study abroad, backpack, work the land
and people so you they can do the beatnik thing on a worldly basis.
Shit…I wish I could've done that.. All you can tell them
was that you worked, drank, smoked, went to a Silent Majority
reunion show. But it's all right because now they're home and
trilingual.
…to the Mermaid Parade at Coney Island. Fuck that Siren
Festival bullshit! Too many people to see shit music. Fo rilly
tho. This is the first happening of the summer that begs to be
attended. If you on the grind doing day shifts and transforming
into a Weekend Warrior then do this shit. You'll laugh your ass
off at all the fruitloops and dykes who think they can out dress
each other in costume while riding the sub there. It was sick.
Just like the broken glass on the beach with the thugs wearing
wife beaters and Air Max-95's to go swim in the ocean.
…BBQ on a rooftop. Any rooftop will do. It's the best feeling.
No matter how dank the roof feels or skeevy the grill seems it's
spark of nostalgic smells. Like Will said in "Summertime."
…gosh, is it the summer? What's the deal with the temp.
Dropping to 60 at night? Am I the only one who remembers it dropping
for a minute??
…July 4th party/bbq. I don't have friends that like to
do ragers. I have friends that max and relax. The summer starts
with July 4th here, there, everywhere. Be it a rooftop to see
the Macy's fireworks or BaldHill to check out Grucci's fireworks.
This marks the beginning.
…what the fuck are all these kids doing home from school?
Oh yeah, Summer Vay-kay. Little fucking rugrats.
…Summer Album. The one you put on repeat on the iPod that's
so perfect while sitting on the train, sitting in traffic on the
way to the beach, to the club, something to get lifted to, something
to eff to, to keep yr mind off the heat…you know? I personally
enjoy "The B.Coming" by Beanie Sigel. Listen to Purple
Rain.
…feeling bad about using yr A/C. It's the dead of summer.
Omelets cooking on the sidewalk. Heat trails on the asphalt. Energy
shortage went out over the wire saying to conserve by shutting
off the "non-essential" power items. Fucking bull.
…getting drunk and puking all over your own shoes. Yes,
you can do that year round but who gives a fuck, son. It's the
summer!!!
…roadtrip. Trying to be a beatnik….naw I'm jealous
of that fuck that went to Europe and lived out of a bag.
…Critical Mass. Apparently it's more fun in the summer.
It runs year round on every last Friday of the month. Riding around
1,000 deep, at least on bikes…yeah you went to ride because
it's a statement but really it's an excuse to get some digits.
Fine bitches riding bikes these days. I'm talking finnne. And
don't be fooled. The one's riding the fixed are usually lesbian…or
just don't like dick.
…Hooking Up. Honestly, it's only going to last till the
end of summer. Then she's going back to school, finito. Your still
there…the leaves will turn, then die, the trees look dead,
everything is cold, life sucks, yr so cold at night, you wish
you were still inside her, maybe she'll come back during thanksgiving
break. It's only November. HAAAHAHAHAH!!!! Live it up while you
got it.
….like oh my gosh, the Hamptons. I'm not talking the Boardy
Barn. I'm like talking about East Hampton. It's Gorgeous!! Everything's
like way over priced and the people….oh my don't get me
started on how fabulous white looks on people. Oh my!!!
…damn, I saw nip. Not only do I like whores in white pants
with thongs and see through fabrics but I like whores who wear
skirts. Is it me or do they just not care that they are showing
the world they're goods for free. Only at water fountains does
this happen. I like whores.
…I wish it was the winter. Sometimes you think about it.
It's ok. It's so damn hot out that you really do wish.
…Warped Tour. I don't go to this but I heard it's the summer
thing to do. I haven't gone since way back when. I'm sorry. I
sold out. I don't dig on music like I used to. My tastes have
developed into other things asides from the stuff you see on TV.
…Back to school….it's back to school bitch. This
time of year seems the most effective for everybody. College kids
getting stupid flip n' fucks, bean bags, and ramen noodles. High
School kids getting new wardrobes, trapper keepers, mead notebooks,
new shoes. It's a fun time.
…that last send off. This is the thing that you get to
tell people about until it's February 24th and the temp dropped
to 18 degrees. It's going to be memorable. It's got to be.
…I haven't had mine yet but I'll be sure to write. You
got anything I missed email me holla@HQ.com
