Letters of Nothing To Anybody

I got an email from Eltorito last night saying he was gonna be in Seattle soon. FUCK! Why can't NY be on the West coast dammit? It's been like, YEARS since I've seen his ass (literally, his ass...story for later) and YEARS since we've gotten wasted playing beer chess and sitting on his front porch, howling at the moon at 2 in the morning. And going towork hungover like a motherfucker. And getting drunk at the EMP on Valentine's Day and running across Aurora (busy highway) like drunk idiots and him throwing his skateboard into the bushes and somehow making it back to his house in one piece and sleepign with three people in one bed with the hungoverist one in the middle who had to get up in the middle of the night to speak with the porcelain god after I took the worst beer shit of my life and the fragrance filled his basement apartment and I can safely say I will NEVER drink that much Mac&Jack's ever again. For the sake of others, if not my own.

Ah, the good old days.

Like the time a bunch of us went to Vancouver and on the way Eltorito was drinking beer with Greezly and he went to the toilet on the train, and on the way back smooshed his junk on the sliding glass door between the cars and our friend got it on video tape. Or the time we went to the Sit and Spin (when it was still open) after our friend's orchestra concert thingummy (Where they played the Beef...it's what's for dinner song, only you know, all strings and brass and woodwinds and stuff and Eltorito and I fucking laughed so hard through that entire piece because he leaned over and whispers 'Beef, it's what's for dinner' to me and it was SO difficult to stifle that laughter than it woulda been to put out the Great San Fransisco fire we were cracking up so hard.) and we got really wasted and when we left, there were nuts a flyin everywhere as we stumbled down the sidewalk, thanks to the mighty Eltorito. And then there was the time he pissed on the streetlamp on the corner of Aurora and 85th while I went into the gas station for more beer with a plastic chair I stole from a place on Greenwood because it wasn't bolted down on our way back from a session of Wednesday dodge ball in the park and then a cool down sesh of brewskis at some pretentious pub across the way.

Nothing but fun with that guy. I wish I could post all the guitaring he did when we hung out. Freakin awesome. Wish I had known what the hell a blog was 3 years ago.

And I am also reeling from the fact that we never ever got arrested for all the little crap we did.