Tuesday, January 1, 2008
NO CUNTS ALLOWED
Last night I spent New Year's Eve at 58. I drank some Christmas beer, two bottles of $5 champagne and then some vodka and blacked out around 12:30. I got home around 1:00 and fell out of bed and onto my shoulder at some point in the night. From what I remembered, I had fun.
I also handed out fliers for the Calendar Release Party next week. I've come to the point where I get personally offended that people won't take my fliers because my shows are so good, especially for Jersey City.
There's this group of kids who go to 58 who I think are 16 but dress like 28-year-old hipsters from Brooklyn and the girls are dirty little posers and need to be smacked by their parents. I tried to give them my fliers. The boys took them but the girl wouldn't and said, "Everyone gets fliers for that shit." I was in a good mood because I was drunk and I don't like starting fights with kids, but I wish I could have said, "There's no cunts allowed anyway."
I wish I could start calling everyone a cunt to their face who I think is a cunt. But because of my job I have to try to be nice to too many people.