seventh ward
everything is broken.
i could rant about how i'm supposed to be a disater releif volunteer but instead i'm being more like squatter vermin enjoying free everything not nailed down and hot meals from red cross but im not in a talkative mood...
i like army disaster food way to much
theres army MRE, red cross meals, salvation army, and weird yucky british MOD rations....all free from various places
theres some weird product placement advertising as components of meals are made by various junk food companies but thats another rant.
i bashed my headd in falling out of the storage attick i was repairing in the grassroots health clinic...
i let them use me as stitching practice... 5 people treated me for my 3/8" cut.
roaving pack of loose chikens threatens 7th ward neighbourhood
this sounds like i made it up but mostly theese days im living at the house of an oldschool black radical voodoo preisstess and trying to get frideges to run on batteries..
i'm working on this battery back up system wher eeveryting is scavanged except for the 1200watt inverter that i convinced harford coneticut food not bombs to give me in exchange for the 400watt inverter i stole from the commongroud media center...
the guy who owns this says it was way cooler before alot of the accessories got blown off by 'trina
i know this secret place where the national guard towed all the cars of people who had to abandon their cars while evacuating cuz the road they were on flooded
bike punk 'pocalypse
this is my auto body shop and all my tools... if im carefull about cops i can go where ever i please and take whatever i want
i got police handcuffs and peoples ID cards and ammunition of various kinds and millions of real nice tools and infinite food and i could have any kind of car i like but the cops pull people over alot
i went in to the nursing home were all those people died and went in the pharmacy ( to see if the had post-menopausal meds, but instead all i got was morphine sulfate, which i accidently have gotten really in to) and saw the desperate chaos and the puddles of brown-black fluid that seeped out of the the bodies left lieing for a weeki before they got carted off.
i got $120 in quarters out of a chinese restaurant
i went in some families house and left there computer and dvd player alone but i stole a shirt i liked and a flashlight and kitchen knife.
i got a bottle of wine out of the scotish masonic temple and took a diareha shit off the roof
i have a canoo but i havent tried it yet. i got an outboard motor too and im thinking of getting a boat squat going.
i'm actually sort of weirded out by the huge potential to be a parasite on this city. i dont feel like waking up at 8 am to go fix a stupid daycare center tommorrow... id rather drink free beer and consume free drugs, puke on the sidewalk, sleep in the mardigras warehous again, and then loot every absurd thing ive ever wanter to own (i could have 4 arc welders, generators, an RV, a giant air compressor, a housboat, golf carts,bandsaw....)and start getting serious about which house i want to take.
or i could just jack a bulldozer off the clean up crews and joy ride arround smashing gas stations..
like.. i'll probably just fix a daycare center tommorrow but the lil demons on my shoulder are really advising me loud to fully realise my potential for evil.
like... icould make some excellent accomplishments with a commitment to evil and i'm a lil melencholly about the relative tinyness and ambiguous effectiveness of my attempts at trying to aquire pride through altruistic goodie two shoesing.
beer + redcross dumplings = i think i'm gonna puke soon..
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