Where are all the dragons?

On Saturday night, Brian, Rick, and I took a walk down to the liquor store on the corner of Commonwealth Av and Harvard Av to buy some Absinthe. You're probably asking yourself "Isn't that stuff illegal and only in Europe?" Well yes, but from what I had heard, contrary to popular belief, Absinthe was "legalized" the week before in Boston, and was ready for purchase and consumption by the ignorant. So we set out on a journey.

It was a brisk 35 degrees, we walked down to the store, and there it was. Sitting on the shelf. There were a few different kinds, different accouterments, different bottles, different alcohol level. 'Dude this one comes with the melting spoon too!' Brian exclaimed. We obviously got that one.

Now I've never been privy to the making, or consuming of Absinthe before. Apparently there are three parts to the mixing of Absinthe, as so to make it pleasant enough to the palate to drink. You first melt a cube of sugar over top of the drink, in the melting spoon, and then pour it in coupled with ice cold water. I've also never been around a methlab, but I can only assume this is what it feels like. Three guys just sitting around melting a substance looking like fiends just ready to get as fucked up as possible. So we were hoping for the best.

Brian and I pace ourselves. Were having a good time onDemanding Job For A Cowboy videos waiting for dragons to appear. Meanwhile, Ricky downs close to four of these concoctions and passes out at 8:30 pm. I went ahead and made the assumption Ricky was seeing all sorts of shit at this point and HAD to go to bed or else he would try to fight the dragons he was seeing, only to find out the dragon was a green line train or something worse. So I hurriedly mixed one last drink of Absinthe in hopes of fighting my own green line train at some point in the night. But, to no avail.

After some sleuthing it was determined we were part of a hoax we didn't want to be part of. We obviously knew there wasn't wormwood (the ingredient that makes you hallucinate) in this Absinthe, but maybe there was a substitute? Wrong. Its just a terrible, and expense way to get drunk. But neither Brian, or I got drunk. I was pretty upset by the whole scenario, I began the walk down to a different liquor store with a hole in my pocket and no conscience. So I bought three bottles of md 20/20. No, I didn't get to see any dragons.

I'm sorry, Starbucks.

My father and I drink a ridiculous amount of coffee. I start at 7:30am everyday on weekdays. My Starbucks barista's know me as "Grande Dark Roast", that's not because I'm Italian; because I'm not. Now I go to Starbucks because of the quality of the coffee. Dunkin' Donuts coffee is too weak, Tim Horton's cup of coffee is about the size of a thimble, and for the life of me I'm terrible at making coffee. I used to go to Starbucks inbetween two and four times a day. This was until a friend of my fathers bestowed upon us one of the greatest inventions of the past decade. The perfect one cup coffee maker.



Isn't she a 'beaut'? Now office buildings, workplaces, and even North Face outlets have been outfitting themselves with these lil' guys for awhile now, why not me? It's essentially just an espresso machine, that instead uses little satchels of coffee, which make strong consistent cups of my favorite dark roast coffee all day in a matter of seconds. This makes my day more productive, and manageable without the coffee runs. Not to mention a little whiskey can go a long way in a late night cup of coffee.

So now my Starbucks visits have dwindled, the stack of green and white cups with terrible poetry are gone along with all the recycled cardboard handles, and my barista's may have forgotten about our connection. Well, I won't. But, I'm sorry, maybe I'll stop by sometime, and say hi.

My brother goes out and buys most of the newly released CDs and DVDs that come out every Tuesday. This has gone on for four or five years now. Your imagination hasn't steered you wrong, he has quite and extensive collection of both digital formats. I'll peek into his room on Monday's and take a few, and then watch them over the week. One of this week's selections was Manic(2001), in which several youths struggle with a variety of serious problems in a pysch ward. I'm going to tell you a little bit about my favorite part before you watch the video. Two young angst ridden fellows become so overwhelmed by the constant struggle in their adolescent lives, that all they can do is listen to the deftones... take a peak.



Yes, that is the kid from Brick push pitting.

'I'd like a one-way ticket to Hell, please'.

I've lived in Rhode Island at my father's house since the end of our last tour, which ended August 29th. I sit here now on November the 13th, attempting to figure out javascript coding, drinking my third cup of 'perfect one cup coffee' at 10am, eagerly anticipating my departure for the weekend to Long Island, maybe NYC, and Boston. A long weekend if you think about it in terms of travel and sleeplessness, but sleep and I aren't great friends as it is, again. All of that aside, it seems all I do is try to figure out how to feel like I'm somewhere else. 'The Dangerous Summer' seems to be helping a bit, my singing could use some help though, but I digress.

My initial point was to display that I now, find it funny I'm thinking of things in a 'How soon can I get out of here?' way, without any concern for where I may wind up. This list of places certainly includes Connecticut, and even New Jersey. If you had asked me two, three years ago you couldn't stop me from traveling back to Rhode Island at any cost, to stay at my fathers house, to see my mother, to find my friends.

'I'd like a one-way ticket to Hell, please'.

Its a shame, I like this weather right now.

Seems so far off doesn't it? Two, three years ago? Never fails to amaze me, what I thought I knew; or even now, what I think I know. I need a few more years...