Sunday, February 27, 2005
It's raining, on and off. I think that i'm going to take my bike over around the corner and take a peek in the junior high's dumpster. I can see it over my back fence, there is something really big in there. I think it's a couch but i'm not really sure. It bears further investigation.
I was over there one time poking around because i saw that they rented a whole 'nother dumpster and that people where carrying boxes over to it all day. What it was, was really awesome but of little use to me. I guess that they had to clean out some storage space or something but anyway it was full of year books, bazillions of them.
I'm not the crafty (as in making crafts) type but if i was, if i was someone like Lefty Bir i prolly would have shit a brick. I mean dude it was all like 60's and 70's books with weird hairdos and goofy bellbottomed kids with suede fringed out jackets... all protesting 'nam or civil rights or whatev'.
I, uhm... So far all paragraphs start with the letter I, except for this on, hold on, i'm gonna go back... There, now they all do. Including this one.....
Shit a brick! Indeed. That's like a holy grail of finds. It's good I was not there because I'd have like 1000 mildewed yearbooks circa '71 rotting in my closet right now.
This guy I met once at a rock show in an Oakland loft showed me a photo album he'd found in a dumpster. It was more of a scrapbook, containing the life and times of some white supremicist during his jail time. There were drawings of girls with their poons hanging out, drawings of white dudes shooting blacks and Mexicans, a leaf of legal paper with the "Peckerwood Soldier's Anthem" written on it. Best of all: a Polaroid photo of a pasty white dude standing naked in a bathtub, bending over and holding a razor. His ass was spread open an' you could see his nut-sack and raisin. The caption read "Shaved and Ready for Battle." What kind of battle, anal battle?
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I was over there one time poking around because i saw that they rented a whole 'nother dumpster and that people where carrying boxes over to it all day. What it was, was really awesome but of little use to me. I guess that they had to clean out some storage space or something but anyway it was full of year books, bazillions of them.
I'm not the crafty (as in making crafts) type but if i was, if i was someone like Lefty Bir i prolly would have shit a brick. I mean dude it was all like 60's and 70's books with weird hairdos and goofy bellbottomed kids with suede fringed out jackets... all protesting 'nam or civil rights or whatev'.
I, uhm... So far all paragraphs start with the letter I, except for this on, hold on, i'm gonna go back... There, now they all do. Including this one.....
Shit a brick! Indeed. That's like a holy grail of finds. It's good I was not there because I'd have like 1000 mildewed yearbooks circa '71 rotting in my closet right now.
This guy I met once at a rock show in an Oakland loft showed me a photo album he'd found in a dumpster. It was more of a scrapbook, containing the life and times of some white supremicist during his jail time. There were drawings of girls with their poons hanging out, drawings of white dudes shooting blacks and Mexicans, a leaf of legal paper with the "Peckerwood Soldier's Anthem" written on it. Best of all: a Polaroid photo of a pasty white dude standing naked in a bathtub, bending over and holding a razor. His ass was spread open an' you could see his nut-sack and raisin. The caption read "Shaved and Ready for Battle." What kind of battle, anal battle?
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