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Matthew and Monster Boy talked with her in front of the Vomit Comet while I sat in the driver's seat, my feet out the window and a disgusted look on my face. Kriana was careening around, staggering and falling, bragging about how much alcohol she'd drunk and about the strength of the pot she'd smoked. Suddenly some drifters she knew appeared and she was distracted by them. We ran back into the Dynashack with the beer and locked the door.
Pro-lifers are insane. After a day of meat eating and bug spraying they cry about the value of "life." Kriana's pregnancy was never a beautiful thing. Her unborn child was never a precious human life.1 The pregnancy was a tragedy and the only potential her womb had was to burden society. Now the story has a happy ending.
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Deya drove us all to the Downtown Mall for the Fridays After Five madness. I had a cup of coffee at Mudhouse while talking to Nathan VanHooser, my childhood friend (and, incidentally, Leticia's electronics instructor). Later, in the middle of the mall, I ran across Sundew, she's back from Oberlin and will be in town for three weeks. She told me that when she got home she found Wonderboy Neek sleeping in her bed. He'd broken in and been living at her house for two weeks. How horrible! I introduced her to my goth friends, though she was nervouse to meet them because she looked like such a hippie today. We compared and contrasted hippies and goths. There's more similarities than you'd think. They're both into taking lots of drugs, being effeminate, wearing lots of jewelry, unconventional spirituality, and sex. Both hippies and goths are also known for being atrocious dancers.
Speaking of goths, well, Monster Boy and that goth girl Amy did end up kissing last night at the big goth show in Richmond. However, Monster Boy says he was pretty disgusted with the goth scene he witnessed. He thought the people there were pretty idiotic in their long capes and makeup. He says that Gothic Amy is very much into the goth scene, and that could be a problem. By the way, both Theresa and Persad were also at the Richmond goth show. Supposedly they're in hiding in Ruckersville. I don't know why they haven't left the state.
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Meanwhile I was walking around on the awning, which is supported on the non-wall side by chains bolted into the bricks. Some older gentleman appeared and told me to get off of it. I complied, but I went out onto it at least one more time. I was pretty drunk.
When I'm sober I'm more cautious. I've been nervous walking under the Follette's awning ever since I got back from Oberlin. You see, at the University of Virginia graduation last Sunday, one of Thomas Jefferson's famous suspended porches had collapsed. A long iron support rod coming down from the ceiling above and anchored in the corner of the porch floor apparently had weakened through the years and finally snapped under the weight of dozens of enthusiastic graduates and their beaming parents. Many people were seriously injured and one person was even killed. Necks were broken and people were crushed under rubble. I leave for one weekend and all hell breaks loose in this town.
Jenfariello is having some kind of big photography show at the Downtown Artspace soon, and I am one of the participants. The idea is that all the participating photographers each take a picture at 11:15pm tonight. I don't have a conventional camera, but I do have a video camera. I went to the Dynashack and got it and then went around the Corner videotaping.
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I went upstairs and harrassed the young adults at a number of tables. I didn't know any of them, of course, but that didn't matter in the state I was in. The best way to deal with strangers in a situation like this is to act like a television interviewer. One girl I "interviewed" brought up the subject of some guy who tried to get her to perform fellatio upon him. That gave me a subject to explore, and from then on, I "interviewed" everyone about their opinions on oral sex. I don't recall any of this very well, but I know I did all of this stuff because it's on videotape. Despite my intoxication and weak memories of the event, in the recording I came across as fairly eloquent and sociable (if also extremely single-minded and rather irritating). It's a wonder, though, that no one beat me up.
Out in front of Little John's, I found Liz West videotaping. She's another one of the artists who is participating in Jenfariello's 11:15 photo-documentary project. We videotaped each other as we dodged around and through others such as Jacques deBeaufort (according to Elizabeth, deBeaufort is French for "beautiful fart"). Police were out in force seeing to it that the streets stayed calm. 11:15 had already passed.
Then I ran across Jenfariello's friend Sam, and he invited me to a house warming party. He, Jenfariello and Ami Sage have rented a glorious old mansion off Cherry Avenue in the South-Central part of town. It's a mostly-black neighborhood and the rent is very low: about $100 each.
We sat around in one of the living rooms, drinking all kinds of mixed drinks. I lay down next to Jen and Ami Sage on floor and played with their hair, feeling drunkenly affectionate. There is something about Ami that I find very appealing at such times. I think it's a perverted political thing; it's not particularly sexual.
Sleep overtook me, but when the others began to leave, I woke up and caught a ride back to my house with Sam.
Monster Boy's been sleeping in my bed lately when I'm off at my Comet shift. Tonight he was sleeping on the floor. I drank some water to stave off the hangover tomorrow.
1If our species was in danger of extinction through the gradual loss of individuals, I might consider Kriana's abortion a tragedy. Instead, our species is threatened by a loss of natural infrastructure due to our appalling numbers. Why is it that pro-lifers never consider the species whose numbers are dwindling? Why are the people who vilify Spotted Owls for standing in the way of economic growth often to be found wearing too much deodourant and holding signs outside your friendly neighborhood abortion clinic?