it was totally rad. radical even.
this is what got written down throughout the evening and night on some of my stationery paper that i tend to carry around with me.
i think that ongoing act even got me laid well at the end of it all 哈哈！i have a particular "buddy" that is always turned on by me randomly writing as i do. kind of bizarre and extremely cool. and what can i say? i get lit in that way watching him climb rock walls in office buildings :-)
anyway. the typed bits have been rearranged a bit---wow...first time in ages that i am actually going to re-read what i wrote---but i am attempting to include photographs of the original point. doing this with my tiny little elph, of course.
i swear...if i cannot get a digital camera with a nice, big, lens (a wide angle one would be heavenly, too) within 6 months...i am not sure that life will quite be worth living any longer.
i do not remember the order that these were written, unfortunately, but i shall do my best.
we make friends of lovers and lovers of friends.*
we are masters of layers.**
we take up so much space and at other times none at all.***
we love rhythms AT LEAST as much as we adore words.
if we drink alcohol, maybe we can probably outdrink you...but most likely, you won't even notice when we do...every single time.****
we are very well-equipped.
we go through phases of truly enjoying very dangly earrings.
if we partake...we KNOW how to use pot.
we are teachers. we don't always want to be--and there are times when you will be refused that outright skill of ours...we are, afterall, only humans like you--but we do not know how not to be teachers.
we know. period.
we love our friends and always seize the opportunity to outwardly display that love whenever it arises. it is not altogether altruistic. we do it because it makes us happy.
you never know what you might find in our pockets...and we have MANY.
we savor the rare moments in which our minds are unoccupied...but in the savoring, the wheels start turning again, of course.
*here, of course, "lover" can mean so many different things. but it did initially come to mind used in the physical sense of the word, "lover." but as i was writing it down, it clicked onto many of the other possible meanings as well.
**layers are the bomb. layer clothing, layer art, layer food, layer drink, fabric, tile, hair, music, paint, metal, our lives...
***this came to mind and was inked because i notice how china is a very crowded place. i do take up a lot of space with all of my stuff that i often carry around with me. but i know how to make myself small. i know how to manage all of my junk...be it putting it on my lap and still being comfortable, folding things, rolling things, etc. i actually quite enjoy it. and some of my acquaintances are probably thankful for that.
****i knew that i had "ke'd" more alcohol than all of the people that i was with that night. i was drinking liquor and they were drinking chinese beer all night. and i knew that i had smoked more than all of them, because i carry my pinch hitter with me and while i can take the whole thing, they always share it with each other. but i was fine.
more than one of the were so faded that they had to be told when to go home and be put in a cab. the next day one of them--he got to the cab by himself, but he did need to have the suggestion of going home to his bed and his dog made--remarked on how drunk/high he was...and kind of just projected his level of intoxication on to me. i was rather crystal most of the night 哈哈！
and i am in no way saying that this particular person is a lightweight, by any means. i guess it is a simple matter of this:
Louisville-raised (meaning a city where the bars are open until 4m every night--and i started going to them at 16, where we get amazing super grass--it isn't all blue and i knew that at 12 years old, and residing in the state where bourbon and falls city were born),
half northern-irish, half sicilian,
moved out of the parents' house at 16,
has held a job of one sort or another since age 14.
pit that against mostly people that never had a drink before 18+, never smoked pot until they were older than that...add that most often i am at least 2 if not 7 years older... then add some other factors... yeah. i can outdrink you.
(note that this equation may only work when in china)
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