bushwick bird

job interviews are so retarded to me. I hate the application proccess. so stupid the protocol of copying the exact information i put on my resume to their form of application. fucking stupid then the interview where I can't stop from adjusting my hands and legs, speaking with a sight shakiness in my voice like i'm afraid of getting hired.  but the thing is i am overqualified for all of these positions in this tryfe city full of closet drug addicts and alcoholics.  i see people make it here through that. but how real is it to just get paid to party? i think this is the only place where that could be a way of life. maybe i'm jealous that it can work for some people but not for me. i saw a dead baby bird on my way to the interview.  on my way home i picked up a pack of cigarettes and walked by the local bum that practically lives on a bus bench. he of course asked me for a cigarette, a lady waiting for the bus asked me too. i told them they could share, but then on second look this lady look relatively clean and normal, so sharing with homeless jesus was probably something she wouldnt want to do. i decided id give her one too, thank god i did.  she told me there was a box of books right there that i could look through someone just left it.
so for the price of 2 cigarettes i got 4 practically new books
-Diary of a Madman (and other stories) by Nikolai Sogol
-The Idiot- Fyodor Dostoevsky
-The Sound and Fury-William Faulkner
-The Darling-Russel Banks

already half way through diary of a madman.

Black Pus, Buck Gooter, Mounds 4/13/2012

Went to death by audio to check out a long time favorite musician that is one of the people that inspired me to move to new york.  I went with my girlfriend we were chilling to the other bands drinking some pbr's rolling cigarettes.  when buck gooter came on (a  two piece noise duo or i dont know what to call them) thats when we decided we must purchase the lame 1$ earplugs they were definetly out to take some  kids hearing home with them.
we saved our joint for right before black place, chippendale was watching mounds right next to me when we decided to spark up our tree's.  after we got stoned the complete scene changed and we both became very weak in the legs and i couldnt take myself off the wall when he started playing i think my mind was blown for longer than any other show.  watching his feet twitch and hit his loop and wah pedals was the only view we really had, but it was so worth it.

New York City

Surreal story

a man is walking down the street in brooklyn new york, his yellow hat is blowing feathers of cash out like a fan to all the people.  a black woman flashes him her nipple and yells come on my sock big buddy, i see your big dick through them tight jeans. the man with the hat turns and bends down to cuff his jeans, looks up and says will you be so kind as to suck my dick until i cum blood into your nasal cavity? she asked if he was clean and unbuttoned his pants, she went down. and up and bobbed her head, as people drove by honking and whistleing at the whore, a crowd formed and people got riled up and out of hand as she started using her hands bouncing on her knees. faster and faster down her throat. people start throwing pennies, cake, and cigarettes as tips i guess. a flower hit him on the dick. it floated down and landed in the gutter next to a sleeping homeless man that is peaceful in his drunk, he has lost that other self of him he used to call his real legal name. now there is a couple things that happened to him that he can never look back, being stoned and losing muscle with every penny thrown the woman gets her head held down he buries his cock deep and blew into her throat, cum blew out of her nose, as she gagged and choked, and started throwing up kennedies fried chicken legs, and hot wings, and funnel cake dripping down his scrotum. then she picked up a smoke.  the man with the ostrich hat walked up to a passer by and grabbed him from the sides, impaling therm with his massive dripping whale cock with one swipe he took them down. grew 6 feet taller and took a shit on the road.  he walked down to the bodega and they would sell him a loosie. so i picked up the small counter clerk and said look you fuck i just skull fucked your wife out there and i want a Goddamn cigarette. his black lisping voice was a creepy strange sound. he was a gentle man 12 feet tall and angry. just out of control. he was not in the mood to sense any one being false. so you had to buck up, buckle your belt and heave into you. if he saw you look down he would slap that big cock in your face and poor coffee on your ass and laugh at your burns, and hold you there until blisters formed, and popped them and fucking your ass until you are  dead and raw.
this would POSSIBLY make someone stop being so anxious