Less than a week until I catch a flight to Colorado, which might be a pain in my ass as I just re-ordered checks from WaMu, only to be told I’d get them in 7-10 business days. Looks like I’m going to have to pay Adam Smith to mail me a pack, as well as giving him my signature to forge on rent checks.
The gas company also called about something “urgent” which can only mean one thing: They did not get my check for the gas and it is about to be shut off.
That might not be so bad considering how hot it is around here, or that for the past 2 days, Adam Smith has left his window open and the air conditioning set to automatic, so we’ve been cooling the street for about an hour before I notice and shut down the leak.
Also, there seems to be some sort of day camp being held at the school across the way from me. Each morning begins with an assembly where some musical group covers old songs in a soulful manner. Yesterday it was “I’ve Had The Time Of My Life” or whatever the shit that song is called.
After day camp let out two days ago, some kid was walking up and down the street blowing a whistle. Having been raised in Boulder, I looked out the window just to make sure no one was being raped, only to see this kid strolling down the street, tooting his whistle as loud as possible, then hitting the end of the block and turning around to do it all again.
It was the only time a single person has ever annoyed me as much as a full-blown parade.
Keep these things in mind when you doubt what I know about the ghetto. Based on the literal translation of the word, I live in a Puerto-Rican/African-American ghetto. Based on the more rap-centric version of the word, I get frisked for guns when go to the local strip club.
I’m not hanging out in the courtyards of the projects surrounding me (there are 3-4 groups of towers), and I know that hearing whitey-McMexican over here bemoan living in the ghetto is probably raising your eyebrows (as it should), but seriously: this is ghetto living.
I hope I never learn what real ghetto living is if this isn’t ghetto living.
I hear the crackheads come out between the hours of 4AM and 5AM ‘round here, but I don’t know because there is no way in hell I’m going to wander around this neghborhood at that hour. That’s how Chad Gardner got a bottle broken over his head. There are crazy people here who are used to a totally different way of life than us whiteys are. That’s why I was freaked the fuck out when a group of passing urban youth took my drunken comment that they should “find a party where they are playing Lil Wayne” as a racist one, threatening me as I tried to explain that I wished the party I was at was playing little Wayne, not that all black people should find Lil Wayne parties.
I make stupid comments like that all the time, but only recently have I felt the need to quickly explain myself to avoid ass-kicking.
Anyway, the real reason for this post is that NIN is winning the NIN/Kanye battle for my Lollapalooza closer. Not only have I never heard of NIN putting on a sub-par show when they bring the noise, but this new video of live “Echoplex” off The Slip showcases some of the badass technology NIN uses right off the bat:
Kanye is going to have to find a way to impress me in the next few weeks for me to ditch Elliott, Kate, Trent and a sure thing on August 3rd.
