Friday Nights?

Up until a few weeks ago I was working as a bartender in a club in Boston(“omg I want to do that.”  No no you don’t).  Due to events outside of yours truthly, Tallon Fassi, my club has been shut down for a little while.  So now instead of watching the elite of Boston pour their cash down the drain, I sit in the Hippie Hideaway.  Its not because I can’t find a group of people to get drunk with, its because I can’t find of group of interesting people to get high with.  I would rather spend a romantic night of Mary Jane induced jibber jabber, then taking putrid shots of crappy hard booze in some grinding jungle of dark liqurior soaked interaction.  No wonder we are all turning in to such social retards, going on E harmony a for a dates.  Sorry, there I go getting all ranty again. (Hubert pipe hit here) I just want to spend the short time I have in good company and good spirits.  Now, if going out to bars and having drinks is your thing, dank, go big or go home.  I just can’t find myself enjoying staggering down dime lit hallways feeling I just might puke before I make it to the Ladies Room (Which may or may not have happened to me once, or twice).  The point is, sitting at home on a friday night could be sold to you as a social taboo, but really AssClowns will be AssClowns, rest assured that they will still be stupid bartime antics when you emerge because into the world.  Right now I’m reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintence by Robert Pirsig.  Its so fiberous with thoughts, that I spend minutes just thinking about whole sentences, and how I could actual want to attempt to live my life by some of these ideas.  No, wait did I say Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintence, I meant Sweet 16, on MTV.  Thinking about that now it was a sentence from that show, thats right.  I think it went something like “Daddy give me a fucking Porsha I clearly don’t deserve or I’m going to cut your dick off with these fangs you let me grow.”  That was the line that I thought about for hours.  Then I thought if millions of years from now, another set of beings are learning about the decline of the social construct which was western culture, they would show that clip of some fake blonde,cheetos cheese puff tanning bed baked, kissy face pose in all her facebook pictures little 16 year old princess brat.  The professor will say(in whatever lanague/communication style they got going) “…and that is where western culture jumped the shark.”  I’ll hope to make it in the text books, in some small italised blue link, right after Sweet Sixteen and before the third world war.