Saturday, January 06, 2007



While in Springfield, Missouri I visited the nightclub ICON downtown and met the beautiful DJ, Alexis Fellous, also met the owner of Icon. I met Cassandra, Jennifer, Erin, Dillon and Jerrod at Hooters before hitting the club!

I'm surprised this video came out as well as it did as I was completely wasted when I shot it.

Cassandra, Jennifer, Erin are bad bad girls!

I'm was completely drunk and had to be driven home from ICONs. I met some cool Springfield peoples that bought every drink for me, therefor... Me was Drunk!

Maybe I just needed to bury the pain in alcohol?

Today has been ruff and I need a break, so back off! I had to deal with old people that are either dead or dying and you have the gaul to judge me the way you do?

Today was the Memorial for Dorothy, my dad's girlfriend who died recently. All my brothers came to be with my father and the friends and family of Dorothy. I was very moved and teary. I have a hard time seeing my dad cry. Nothing kills me more than old weak men weeping. I was pretty devastated. After my mom's long slow death with cancer and then this?

The minister was good, but read quite a bit of Bible stuff that didn't seem to me to be relevant to the subject at hand, however I could be wrong. When ever the bible gets quoted I start drifting. It all sounds like Tolkien and Star Wars to me.

People stood up and talked about their experiences with Dorothy.

My brother Darcy said some wonderful things and I was moved by him doing it.

I only met her twice and my only memory is her dragging an oxygen tube that was connected to her nose around and people standing on it without noticing. I wasn't about to get up with that nugget of gold.

During a prayer my cellphone went off. Bad timing. My ringtone is the Red Alert sound effect from the classic Star Trek. It was at full volume and I just knew one of these oldtimers might keel over.

It was a very sweet event spent with very old people in a Senior Center where strange and disturbing food was brought pot luck style by people who might not sanitize their hands properly after wiping. I had a brownie made by someone I'm pretty sure is clean.

I had a friend who was visiting, leave and it was kind of hard on me as they had been around me what seemed like 29 hours a day these past few weeks, suddenly all this death, abandonment, loss and fellowship got to me in the worst way. So I did what I had to do...

I went drinking and dancing with my nieces!

And they allowed me to get stinking drunk! Me and my vomit are just fine without you here to hold my hair.