accessibility

is bullshit. yeah, that's what i said, fool. cuz 11 years ago when i was walking the streets of riverside wearing a trentcoat and carrying a black dagger, some dirt bag approached me wanting to sell me a bag full of porn. i turned him down of coarse, butt not after having to brandish my evil dagger. that's the truth. some cholos almost forced me to pull it out; they were challenging each other to through a full unopened beer can at me. fortunately, the one the others were pressuring to throw the can at me, somehow sensed that i meant business had i been pushed. i had a black dagger and cashmere dark grey trench coat after all. shit, i wouldn;t have messed with me. well, i probably would, butt that's just me. i'm a fucking baddass. i'm so badd, you hafta spell badd with two dd's, for a double dose of my pimping. yeah. so when you try an come to me saying that illicit and illegal shit is more accessible and the reason for our failures, i say bullshit. bullshit.

The Apocalype is here

Hunter Thompson is dead by his own hands and Bob Dylan is now making country albums with his own hands. Fuck. When did the apocalypse happen? When did even the rich man’s security come into jeopardy? Was it September 11th that did it? Was it W? It can’t all be heaped on him, can it? I mean a good deal can. But he dodges shoes. He’ll soon reach Chuck Norris status. He’ll appear on Conan O’Brien and do bits with him. That is in the near future. But sometime in the last fifteen years the apocalypse, the literal biblical apocalypse, came to pass but we all missed it. So if you’re poor or a minority—or both—don’t worry; you’re not the one to blame. It’s everybody else that will presently put to death in some horrible fashion as yet to be determined. If you’re one of the lucky ones, your life will be spared butt both of your ears will be chopped off and you will be sterilized.
When did we become a race of inbred wankers? After all its only a gang-raping bunch of inbred wankers that would not pay attention and consequently miss the entire apocalypse. Butt shit, why would grease soaked, semen stained, sister screwing inbred wankers care about the fucking apocalypse in the first place? They’re not even self-aware. A small fern is more self aware than inbred wankers are.
It’s you lucky ones that have to suffer. At first you won’t care or notice those missing. They will be insignificant people. But soon you will notice friends and neighbors missing. One of them might escape and come back for help. Then you will see them with their ears missing and hears graphic tales of forced sterilization without any anesthesia. And these things you will try hard to quickly forget and say to yourself that these former people had committed some unimaginably heinous crime. Then you came to believe that they deserved their scars and punishments.
Butt one night, when things are quiet and peaceful you will find yourself hogtied, raped, beaten, and forcibly sterilized on your dining room table with your own kitchen utensils. And you will come to the bitch of all realizations that you live in America, and that you are in hell…

crack rock city cont.

i believe your status in society should be determined by how well and how quickly you can find and buy certain kinds of drugs in a city completely unknown to you. That would straighten things right out. when i roam the streets for drugs, in any city, it is as if my entire body and soul are transformed. my sense of sight and hearing become more and more acute. i walk by other pedestrians as if they are shadows; insignificant and harmless forms. and while walking across streets, through alleys, and looking behind dumpsters, i come across a tiny clear plastic zip lock baggy. i reach down to pick it up and open it. i lick my small finger to catch up the residue from inside the baggy. i taste it. so from this road sign i cotinue on, knowing that i am ever nearer to ecstasy. a rush of adrenaline courses through every vein and capillary in my entire body. my pace quickens. i cross another busy street and scan every person on the other side. it is then that i see someone, make eye contact, with someone just like me. he asks me the time. i busy myself by looking at my cell phone; every motion as spontaneous as if this weren't planned. and yet somehow it was and is. we make eye contact and we both know. we walk in the same direction with purpose, as if we have known each other for years. because we have. we each have played the opposite role more times than we care to admit. i've played the role i'm playing today even more. more times than i have shat even. and yet i still cannot slow the adrenaline and excitement. i am helpless to this rush, this chase. and that makes me more adept to the subtleties of our friends and enemies all the same. that is why i act instead of just reacting. when i act it is instinctual. thought is not required and is dangerous. it is dangerous because it is much too slow. we retreat to a nearby park which is adjoined by a catholic cathedral. this place is cool, he says. after all mike had been running these streets for 37 years. mike insisted on rerolling the joint i had rolled and ready. he told me as he rolled a "super joint" that his wife was home with his 3 week old baby boy, and his 3 year old girl. he tried time and time again to sell me some of the crack, cocaine, or lsd that he had so he could pay rent this month. his 1300 dollar a month rent. he needed only 17 more dollars, he told me. and he could give me a good deal on 10 or so tabs of acid. well shit, i thought. what could be better than doing a highly dangerous and potent psychedelic drug and roaming these fine shit-filled streets?

i awoke sitting on a velvety heart-shaped red shag couch. there was a small asian person of indeterminable sex talking harshly to someone somewhere nearby. i think the asian was a waiter or butler of some sorts. the asian person kept saying, "now who dumb, you muva fucka!" and whipping a man harshly with a switch of some sort. now the asian person went into a tirade about ordering drinks, i think, i couldn't make out most of what it was saying. my head was surprisingly light. i wasn't seeing any tracers, however, and i was somewhat puzzled by that.