I got up to get a drink last night and the whole house had that smell like moths burning in a lamp- earlier it was the sulphur smell. I immediately knew that my Jerkwad roommate relapsed (he's not AA, is supposedly sober). He hid in his room all night (I assume), I put a chair against my door and tried to sleep despite the sh!thead neighbor kids 20 feet away drinking beer and carrying on a dialog that convinces me they have about seven braincells between them. Ahhhh, the joys of urban living. Looks like I'm moving (I wanted to anyhow- my roommate is such a huge waste of oxygen sometimes- most times. He is totally unhygenic, leaves piles of dishes in the sink and old pizza boxes in the oven for weeks, any time he's not at work he's on the couch in front of the TV in his BVDs - WITH HIS HAND DOWN THE FRONT!!!!! Toatally creepy. How did I find the only gay roommate in this town who is fastidious? <<Shrug>>
I mostly work about 10-11 hours a day anyhow, mostly eat at the Hotel I work at (perks of a management position- who's bright idea was it to make me management? I find that funny. I use profanity way too much and have too many tattoos to be bonafide management.)
Anyhow- just wanted to vent. I have had about 4 hours sleep and am about to blast "Black Flag- Nervous breakdown" for my neighbors at 7:28 a.m.
Damn Toby, somehow I missed all the other people's drama (except for my employees I guess lol). I used to post ads on AA club bulletin boards, for sober room mates. Might be a good place to look. Craigs list is another.
I actually have quite a few sober friends who aren't AA (mostly Jiu Jitsu guys- they're big into health and veganism and white meat and all kinds of theories that make it hard for me to have a burger around them.) Our area AA is really kind of a disappointment- not a whole lot of cool people to draw off of. LOTS of mental health issues and sad stories, lots of people coming and going back out, and a few stalwart AAs who hold down the fort.
I put an ad in craigslist asking if anyone else would like to get together and pep up one of the existing regular AA meetings- said youngish to not so youngish people (clarified not a teen meeting but the youngish and youngish at heart, people who like to be upbeat and have fun and enjoy their sobriety.) We have several meetings with great venues and low attendance, the same people speak every time, I drop in once every couple weeks but they're really just depressing meetings- lots of court ordered presence, not a ton of regulars participating. I sit at those meetings and feel like I'm in death's waiting room- I can hear the clock tickking s-l-o-w-l-y and can't wait to get out into the fresh air and open space. Anyhow- I didn't get one response on that ad.
I'm pretty good about being around people who drink. I really have no interest anymore. Haven't for quite a while, except for the odd moment when I've been really depressed or confused and then I was just thinking about drinking in the abstract, really. I've come way too far and am enjoying my sober time way too much to ever go back- serious. Even like this stuff that's happened last night- I'm so glad that its me who is the sober one irate about the blow-its. I would hate to be 43 and have the roles reversed- that's just depressing for me.
I got up (tired) this a.m. and drank a cup of coffee, played the neighbor kids some very loud punk rock, went to the office and handled a small urgent issue and then went down by the beach and rode my skateboard for an hour or so, went to the gym for an hour or so, then came home and told my roommmate he's a crackhead and needs to get his shit together or one day he may wake up in the morgue. (He's denying everything, of course- trying to say it's the neighbor kids (it's not- my bedroom was free of smoke as I listened to their banal chatter 15 feet away in their living room) or the other neighbor cooking (HAR! Cooking crack?) (I once told my roommate that he's such a slob I wouldn't cook meth in his kitchen.)
Nah- I have a jiu jitsu buddy from the big Island who needs a roommate- we just have to pool our resources real quick and get out! (Fast!)
Sorry about the drama toby but I love that you blasted the stero in the am!!! Will have to try that on the neighbors as we have no trees so a chain saw is out!!!
Since youre never home what about a little efficiency apartment that you could afford all on your own. No drama of roommates there...Or hide out in the hotel in a different room each night and order room service!!!!!
Enjoy that sunshine and keep on boarding!!! We have to get the snow boards out here and there is no beautiful ocean to go chill out by!!
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"We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have. "
I fricking LOVE "FEAR"!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL!!!! Never in my wildest dreams would I think anyone else on the planet would know who Fear was!! Li Ving!! What a GENIUS!!!!
Let's have a WAAAAARRRRRR..... Jack up the Dow Jones.........
LOL
OMG!!! What an environment you are living in!! I would get the hell out of there Asapppp!!!
You are PAYING MONEY to live there? Hell no... time to move on, my friend!!
P.S. Ever heard of Alien Sex Fiend?
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Alien Sex Fiend would work. But the Meatmen would leave more of an impression.
Last time the neighbors pissed me off I played Black Flag's early stuff super loud.
In a pinch ACDC, Deep Purple, Sabbath, etc will work but they just don't have the general dis-acceptance that punk still garners from the average joe. When I was a kid I was in a punk band and I lived with our lead singer for a time. In the apartment across the hall from us a Heavy Metal band called "Snakebyte" lived and they used to stay up til all hours making noise (we didn't party at home- we always went somewhere else. It was REALLY tough for punks to get an apartment in 1980.) Anyhow- we used to use The Misfits first album, "Walk Among Us".
"Mommy! Can I go out and... KILL TONIGHT?!!!"
That always left an impression.
Sirens? I think the U.K. Subs' "Countdown" might have that. Maybe a DOA song here and there? The Damned? I cant recall a lot of sirens.
My husband and I went to a work function Saturday night at a Hotel Ballroom. He drinks only a few times a year, and does not usually get tanked, stops after a few.. He got WASTED Saturday night (Dewar's Scotch... UGH), and it was NOT pretty. He had me stop on the Turnpike 3 times so he could open the car door and give up the ghost. Yuck!! I am so glad I was sober and able to be the responsible adult there. I had no desire to imbibe whatsoever, only by the grace of God. I have to be able to live life and be around people who are drinking at certain times, or else I really need to check my program. Yah, dry people, dry places, especially early on, but LIFE cannot be avoided.
I am just glad my husband does not but rarely do this kind of thing. No alcohol is ever in the house. And his cries of..."Never again!!" the other night will be honored, at least for many many months, as thankfully he does not have the disease we have.
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Lucky sucker. He gets all the fun of puking and a hangover. Man, I'm jealous! ;) (the first thought in my head as I read your last post was totally kneejerk: "Dewars? There's no Glenlivet? I'd have to go to the store." ) (better hangover with the glenlivet- kind of like drinking jet fuel.)
So did you crank FEAR at six in the morning?
Here's one for Jonijoni:
Lee Ving at Fairmount Hall, San Diego 1982 (Lisa Love from Men of Clay in the background- I had a little crush on her as we were near the same age but we were incompatible- wrong drugs.)
This was taken by Alan Clark, an old friend of mine who is just a peach of a guy and one of the few childhood friends of mine who is not one of us in here.
Anyhow- I was already tanked at the time this picture was taken. I had turned seventeen that day and was about to embark on a trip to Haight Ashbury to deliver a shoebox full of mescaline to a promoter up there who's brother was a friend of mine (he died four years ago of a heroin overdose- over twenty years of heroin addiction- amazing fortitude.)
So I was sitting in the alley with some friends drinking beer we'd stolen from a grocers down a few blocks. Later the vocalist from my band finds me and tells me we're playing the next night with another band in a town down by Tijuana. So he see's I'm completely trashed and arranges for me to stay at this girl's house near where we're playing the next day (poor girl!) A couple hours later I go home with her and crash on her couch and I guess there's a knock on the door (I don't remember leaving the venue, actually) and my friend Dave shows up with FEAR, and they pick me up and lay me under this glass coffee table and play quarters over my sleeping (sleep? Whatever you want to call that unconscious state) form until 3 in the morning.
So I had the dubious honor of playing quarters with the original lineup of FEAR. ;)
I was gonna say, you work at a hotel, I'm sure there are vacant rooms especially in this economy.
We have a pretty fancy hotel- occupancy has been about 95% about 50% of the time, 75% the other 50%. But truth be told in the fancy hotel industry managers don't sleep in the rooms except after the Christmas party when they cant drive home because they drank too much. The GM sleeps in a room when he's here (he commutes from California) but even he is getting an apartment.
There is this sweet little cage above the elevator shaft, however.....
Lee Ving is the supreme ultimate O.G. punk (amateur) self-promoter second only to Henry Rollins, who is obviously (in light of his repertoire) a professional. Ving has acted (acted?) in nearly as many B-movies as Harry Dean Stanton and Emelio Estevez combined.
