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11/01 Direct Link
And then he kissed me
Due to my recent start to this page, my dates are all over the map. Later in the month, the 7th and 8th, you can read about my male friend.

So at this point I am feeling the need to explain the situation with this man...because people will read this and tey don't deserve to be as confused as I am.

The history with this man and I goes back five or six years. He used to own/run the bar I frequently crawled home from in my frivilous, youthful days.
He made the best drinks in town and was always there to lend his honed ear to the woes of my early 20's...he was a damned good bartender; hell, he still is.

Well last weekend my partner in crime, who was also my roomate back in the day,went to see our old friend. He had run into her while she was working and told her where he worked and that she should visit. Of course, being my BFF she totally told me and we went together. We had had this unrequited lustful crush on our favorite bartender and were totally game to go see him again.
Well, we came we saw, and he told us to come down for the Halloween party last night, which we did...but he didn't show.
So, in my drunkeness I got his number, texted him and then talked to him. He appologized and said we should come and see im the next night.
Well, my BFF was way to hungover to go, but having an extra hour of bartime, and not being hungover, miraculously, I totally went.

Now last weekend he was definately more, umm, flirtaious is a good word, than I ever remember from the good ole days. But, he always was a flirt so I thought nothing of it. Well tonight he was overly forward, not that I minded. He was gorgeous then and the years have been kind.
After ripping on me for not drinking tonight, I did have to drive 40 miles home, he proceeded to hit on me with no reservations.
He had always told me I couldn't handle him, and would walk funny for weeks, but I know better. Before I left, I had to pee, it's a long drive at 2:30 in the morning...well technically 3:30.
So as I left the bathroom, I ran smack into him, and proceeded to turn around to "talk"to him. I told him, and I quote, I was tougher than I looked and he had no clue what it would take to make me walk funny. I was flirting, this was nothing new...well his reaction was.


He pulled me in and kissed me?!?!?!? WTF?!?!?!?
Not just once, but THREE TIMES?!?!?!? Three short, but fire breathing kisses!

HOLY SHIT!

He threw me into a tizzy, but I'll come ot of it. Lust is a funny thing and when hot, flaming, chemistry is added a tizzy is allowed.

Believe you me, there will be more to follow this, hell there already is, because if I don't get it out I'll go up in flames.
11/02 Direct Link
Rules to Live By

1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.

3. Follow the three Rs: Respect for self Respect for others and Responsibility for all your actions.

4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.

5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.

6. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

7. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

8. Spend some time alone every day.

9. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.

10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.

11. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time.

12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.

13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.

14. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.
15. Be gentle with the earth.

16. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.

17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.

18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

19. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.


The Dalai Lama
11/03 Direct Link
Lochinvar

O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,
He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,
The bride had consented, the gallant came late:
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall,
Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all:
Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,
(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)
"O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?"

"I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; --
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide --
And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."

The bride kiss'd the goblet: the knight took it up,
He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, --
"Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a gailiard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father did fume
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bride-maidens whisper'd, "'twere better by far
To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."

One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near;
So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!
"She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;
They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.

There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;
Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,
Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?


Sir Walter Scott
11/04 Direct Link
ANNABELLE LEE

Author: Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
11/05 Direct Link
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
Robert Frost
11/06 Direct Link
Love is the flower you've got to let grow.
John Lennon
11/07 Direct Link
Men

Tonight I went to the bar with my best friend. Tis has been happening more frequently, and albeit the hangovers I like it.

At this particular bar there is a man; but isn't there always a man in the life of a woman.

This manis a man I knew in the past, that as resurfaced in my life recently; only the present is much different than the past.

Now he wants me, which he didn't then.
I don't mean wants to hang out with or just to rekindle the friendship; I mean wants in the biblical sense.

Now in the past there was a definite attraction, at least on my part, but now he is the one that wants me.

Yet tonight I acted like an asshole.
I made an ass of myself and acte like a whore.
What can I say ad some Absolute, shake, stir and tip and I become an instant idiot.

Now the question is can I redeem myself? Will I be able to maintain the friendship we had and manage not to act like an ass again?

I really do like im, but I think this mistake was absolutely unforgivable. If anything I will not forgive myself, becasue I'm not a fan of screwing up meaningful friendships.
11/08 Direct Link
Men (Continued)
So I told my man friend I was going to crawl inder a rock today, after my idiotic behavior last night.
He responds by telling me it is unnecessary...
That I'm bautiful, smart and sexy...
That he loves me?

Why do men throw those three words around?

I know it is not the passionate love of books, nor the happy love of a couple.
But I do not think it is the comfortable love of friendship either.
I think he said these words because he thought it would keep me around.
Why does he need me around?

It's not like he dosn't have enough other women. I'm just one in a long string of many.

Damn him for making me think.
11/09 Direct Link
Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to-letting a person be what he really is.
Jim Morrison
11/10 Direct Link
I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.
Jim Morrison
11/11 Direct Link
Being an intellectual creates a lot of questions and no answers. You can fill your life up with ideas and still go home lonely. All you really have that really matters are feelings. That's what music is to me.
Janis Joplin
11/12 Direct Link
I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I've always been a freak. So I've been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I'm one of those people.
John Lennon
11/13 Direct Link
More about my man friend

So I went to see my friend tonight, did I mention he was a bartender?
He was distant and aloof, he ignored me and it really pissed me off.
I keep telling him we need to hang out, somewhere other than the bar.
I know if Ican get him away from the bar I can explain myself. I can tell him I want to remain friends, and whatever the chemistry our friendship is more important than scratching an itch.
Yet I can't get him to commit to having lunch with me, just fucking lunch!
And still when he walked me to my car, he kissed me, not like our first sensual kisses, but quick chaste kisses.
I like the kisses, sensual or chaste, but this is his way of avoiding making plans.

How fucking hard is it to make plans to have lunch with a friend
For this person, evidently it is very hard. hopefully he'll realize my request for lunc is just that.
11/14 Direct Link
If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die.
William Shakespeare
11/15 Direct Link
Mr. Man, again

So I'm at the point where I want to reach out and strangle the man! I quit!

So I was there AGAIN tonight. I had not planned on going out, but someone put the idea in my head and that was all it took. I'm a very social person and enjoy going out, and LOVE to have a reason to dress up. Needless to say tonight was no different, and dare I say I was hot.

Well, Mr. Man ignored me again, but for good reason. The other person I was there with, another woman, that happens to be obsessed with him, was adamant that I was going to get drunk and crash at his house. This was not my plan, my plan was to come home. I know she planned to sleep with him and put my drunk ass on the couch, but I'm not stupid. I played her game, but he was not part of my internal plan. I want to know what this manipulative woman wants from him, he is not one to committ and that is what she wants, to change him. He's a great man just the way he is.

Well, I texted him and asked him to call me after work, he did. I was driving home, like I had planned.
He really pissed me off!
He A) wouldn't let me talk and B) wouldn't listen to the few words I got to say. He kept telling me he didn't think of me as a bar whore, which I am not, but if we hung out and "fooled around"it would be different.

The reason I got pissed was becasue although there is some super hot, connective chemistry, I have no intentions of fooling around with im. Yes, I like his kisses and could kiss him all day, but sex ruins friendships. And the whole reason I "pursue" him at the bar, is to make all the other idiots in the bar leave me alone. He's a safe target, mostly.

Needless to say, we're supposed to do lunch on Friday, but I know he'll bail or just not call. Which will then cause a sober after bar call to explain all of this to him.

Men can be so dimwitted sometimes, and that is bad coming from me because I'm notoriously short-sighted and slow when it comes to men. Time will tell.
Did I mention, he randomly calls me when I forward a funny text, and calls during the week just to see how I am? Can we say mixed signals, luckily I'm trying to avoid those and maintain the delicate friendship we do have and not fuck it up by fucking him.
11/16 Direct Link
Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.
Maya Angelou
11/17 Direct Link
I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
Emily Bronte
11/18 Direct Link
Don't confuse fame with success. Madonna is one; Helen Keller is the other.
Erma Bombeck
11/19 Direct Link
Sarcasm

Why I do I answer everything with sarcasm?
Is it my personal form of defelction?
Is it my way of avoiding emotion?
Am I afraid to feel?
This reaction to life is perplexing
I live with a passionate fervor
Yet I still deflect emotion with sarcasm
Is it only a witty retort;
or my way of hiding from the truth?
I know I feel like answering onestly,
from my heart
Yet still in the end I answe with a sarcastic remark.


However perplexing this question, I know in the end the sarcasm is my way of responding so as not to hurt myself or the other person.
11/20 Direct Link
Something is happening-
I feel a stirring-
A part of me is warming-
Shifting
Breathing

Five years I've hidden
Five years I've been frozen
Five years I've been dead
Cold
Suffocating

Somewhere something cracked
A light has been turned on
The ice has begun to thaw
Warmth
Air

Yet now I'm finding new feelings
Emotions that I had forgotten
Needs that need to be met
Closeness
Companionship

And the feelings grow
They change...
They mutate...
Friendship?
Love?

What do I want this awakening to cause?
Can I allow the feelings to rise to the surface?
Will I be able to handle the backlash they cause?
Will I find the person that can lead me into the light?
11/21 Direct Link
I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.
Theodor Geisel
11/22 Direct Link
Well, nothing new has happened. BUT...as my luck goes today proved to be full of absolute moving drama bullshit. Needless to say only half of my stuff got put on the trailer and the rest gets done tomorrow. So there is nothing left to do but drink some vodka, and move with one hell of a hangover.
11/23 Direct Link
So, I've now got 90% of my stuff in Madison. Now I need to survive this week and the holidays...money would help, bu I'll figure it out.
11/24 Direct Link
The Dalai Lama's Instructions for Life

1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
3. Follow the three Rs:
Respect for self
Respect for others and
Responsibility for all your actions.
4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
6. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
7. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
8. Spend some time alone every day.
9. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.
10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
11. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time
12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.
14. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality.
15. Be gentle with the earth.
16. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before.
17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
19. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.
11/25 Direct Link
Sex goes visual
Pheromones, like other scents, hitch a ride through the air on other particles, such as water droplets. They generally hover just 10 inches off the ground, however. So odds are slim they'll waft up to a human nose and fuel sudden passion at a nightclub.
Watch any construction worker whistling at a passing woman from half a block away, and you can see how visual cues can be more powerful.
And while they enter the nose like other scents, that's where the comparison stops. A pheromone's destination is a special organ called the volmeronasal organ, which humans now lack. From here the sexy scent travels along a neural pathway to the brain separate from other scents.
Evolution played a role in this, too.
After our ancestors began to see color, a gene important in the pheromone-signaling pathway suffered a deleterious mutation, making it impossible for the scent signals to reach the brain, Zhang said. Imagine a train, leaving from Los Angeles to New York, discovers that the tracks in St. Louis are destroyed.
Although the classical pheromone pathway in both Old World primates and humans is dysfunctional, the mechanism for producing pheromones still works. Some scientists believe human pheromones might be influencing our decisions along the normal olfactory pathway.
11/26 Direct Link
Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.
William Butler Yeats
11/27 Direct Link
We live in an increasingly sophisticated world that makes it difficult to make simple comments on stuff. There are too many people on both sides of the border who are taking advantage of circumstances and the situation.
Arlo Guthrie

Alice's Restaurant

By Arlo Guthrie

This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the restaurant,
but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
that's just the name of the song,
and that's why I called the song Alice's Restaurant.
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago,- two years ago on Thanksgiving,
when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant,
but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant,
she lives in the church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and Fasha the dog.
And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be in.
Havin' all that room, seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't have to take out their garbage for a long time.
We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump.
So we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the city dump.
Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the dump saying,
"Closed on Thanksgiving."
And we had never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.
We didn't find one.
Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage.
And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we decided to throw our's down.
That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the next morning,
when we got a phone call from officer Obie.
He said,
"Kid, we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it."
And I said,
"Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope under that garbage."
After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the police officer's station.
So we got in the red VW microbus with the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the police officer's station.
Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again, which is what we expected,
but when we got to the police officer's station there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was both immediately arrested.
Handcuffed.
And I said
"Obie, I don't think I can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on."
He said,
"Shut up, kid. Get in the back of the patrol car."
And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the quote Scene of the Crime unquote.
I want tell you about the town of Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
Scene of the Crime
there was five police officers and three police cars, being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.
They was taking
plaster tire tracks,
foot prints,
dog smelling prints,
and they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was
to be used as evidence against us.
Took pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to mention the aerial photography. After the ordeal, we went back to the jail.
Obie said he was going to put us in the cell.
Obie Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your wallet and your belt."
And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?"
And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings."
I said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape.
Obie was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice),
Alice came by and with a few nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.
We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down.
Man came in said,
"All rise."
We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures,
and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog,
and he sat down, we sat down.
Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it,
and the judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us.
And we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not what I came to tell you about.
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
Came to talk about the draft.
They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street, where you walk in, you get You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
injected, You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
inspected, You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
detected, You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
infected, neglected
and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning.
`Cause I wanted to look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York, and I walked in, sat down,
I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all kinds o' mean nasty ugly things.
And I waked in and sat down and they gave me a piece of paper, said,
"Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604." And I went up there, I said,
"Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill, KILL, KILL."
And I started jumpin up and down yelling,
"KILL, KILL," and he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL."
And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said,
"You're our boy."
Didn't feel too good about it.
Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections, detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no part untouched.
Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there, and I walked up and said,
"What do you want?"
He said, "Kid, we only got one question. Have you ever been arrested?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,
with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all the phenome... -
and he stopped me right there and said,
"Kid, did you ever go to court?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on the back of each one,
and he stopped me right there and said,
"Kid, I want you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"
And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is,
Group W's where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after committing your special crime,
and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly looking people on the bench there.
Mother rapers.
Father stabbers.
Father rapers!
Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me!
And they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the bench next to me.
And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest father raper of them all, was coming over to me
and he was mean 'n' ugly 'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things
and he sat down next to me and said,
"Kid, whad'ya get?"
I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay $50 and pick up the garbage."
He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
And I said,
"Littering."
And they all moved away from me on the bench there,
and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I said,
"And creating a nuisance."
And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing, father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the bench.
And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it up and said.
"Kids,
this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna- know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing- you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting- officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say",
and talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony,
and wrote it down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the pencil,
and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the following words:

"KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?"

I went over to the sargent, said,
"Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench
'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army,
burn women, kids,
houses and villages after bein' a litterbug."
He looked at me and said,
"Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints off to Washington."
And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a study in black and white of my fingerprints.
And the only reason I'm singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar situation, or you may be in a similar situation,
and if your in a situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say
"Shrink, You can get anything you want, at Alice's restaurant."
And walk out.
You know, if one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and they won't take him.
And if two people, two people do it, in harmony, they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.
And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out.
They may think it's an organization.
And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out.
And friends they may thinks it's a movement.
And that's what it is ,
the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement,
and all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the guitar.
With feeling.
So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and sing it when it does.
Here it comes. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
That was horrible.
If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes.
I could sing it for another twenty five minutes.
I'm not proud... or tired.
So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part harmony and feeling.
We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.
All right now.
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Da da da da da da da dum
At Alice's Restaurant
11/28 Direct Link
Oh, yeah, Mr. Man...Saw him Wednesday night, as promised. He ignored me, again. At the end of the night he said he'd call..big surprise, no call. Needless to say, if I could get him to answer a call, or speak to me for that matter, I'd gladly tell him it was fun, but I knew it was a nowhere option.

He is a friend, so kissing him was fun and having a safety net at the bar was great BUT seriously, not so much. Whatever...
11/29 Direct Link
So my mom is insane...can't handle her, but at least I know what I get to look forward to.
11/30 Direct Link
My advice to people today is as follows: If you take the game of life seriously, if you take your nervous system seriously, if you take your sense organs seriously, if you take the energy process seriously, you must turn on, tune in, and drop out.
Timothy Leary