Last night I was punched in the gut, pinched, bitten, cut my finger, got a bloodstain on one of my favorite shirts and was almost pushed out of a booth. I also had a great steak.
I put a couple of new galleries on my business site. Check ‘em out.
Twelfth Planet at 10 High
http://alexvernonphotography.com/gallery/10High
Brother Henry at Red Light Cafe
standing in the doorway
a crooked smile on your lips
radiant beauty from your soul
gently waving
as I pull away
My apologies to Mike Doughty for plagiarizing the title. That song was playing when I witnessed this wondrous scene.
Recently a friend asked me how I obtained my miniature sock monkey. I also wanted to share the story with you.
Two days after my fourteenth birthday I was walking through the woods at the base of Mt. Diablo and a saw a jet black wolf with smoldering green eyes . He looked at me made a grunting sound deep in his throat and ran off through the trees. I’m not sure why but somehow I knew he wanted me to follow. I chased him until I thought my lungs were about to explode, then I fell down a pit in mid stride. I believe I lost consciousness for some time and when I came too I noticed a small steel box partially covered by leaves. I brushed the leaves aside and opened the box. Low and behold there were two miniature sock monkeys inside. There was also a note that said the following:
“Well done Alex, we have waited some time to present these to you. We feel now is the time. One is yours to keep but you must give the other away. You will know whom, when the time is right.”
So that’s how I came upon them.
You know it’s bad enough that half the office can’t manage to pee in the urinal. But seeing someone else’s’ pubic hair in it is just a little too much.
This was in last week’s Creative Loafing Blotter section.
“An undercover officer walked into a store on Boulevard and asked the store cashier if he had any weed baggies. “Yes, what size do you want?” the cashier replied. The officer asked for the $5 size. The cashier went to the rear counter and retrieved the baggies. “These are weed baggies, right?” the officer asked. “Yes!” the cashier answered. The officer paid for the baggies with city funds. Then, the officer went next door, to a barber shop, to observe if any drug activity was going on. The officer wrote, “I received a haircut by the barber and paid with city funds but observed no drug activity.” No charges filed.”
Nice to see that Atlanta’s police are making good use of our tax dollars.
Scientists have found soft tissue in a T-Rex bone. Blood vessels, bone cells and possibly blood cells. They think they might be able to extract DNA too. I’m already on the waiting list for a pet T-Rex. Let somebody try to take my shit then.
Scientists Find Soft Tissue in T-Rex Bone
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On another note I hate the word “softie”. It just sounds horrible to me. I’m not sure why. I made a half hearted thesaurus search attempt to replace it but it was taking too much time. Or is it because I’m lazy?….
I received this email from gavintiegirl the other day.
“Hey, are you going to ever be negative and cynical again on your blog or is it all love and roses from now on – cause you are killing me here.”
Ok, I’ll drink a bunch of Maker’s Mark and shootup some roids before my next post.
I saw some of the best concerts of my life last week. I’m still riding high from them. On Tuesday I saw Toots and The Maytals. This was my second time seeing a show at Earthlink Live and I like the venue. Not as good as the Tabernacle but a decent place. The show was great and since it was reggae there were no drunk rednecks and everyone in the crowd was cool. Thursday I saw Deborah Coleman at Jake’s Toadhouse. This is the fourth time I have seen her and she hasn’t disappointed me yet. If you are into Blues Rock you owe it to yourself to check her out when you have a chance. Saturday I saw Buddy Guy for the first time. That show kicked ass! It’s definitely in my top ten of all time. I know I’ll be seeing him again every chance I get. My life was threatened by a drunk biker on roids at the show. That was pretty funny, weird stuff happens to me a lot but that was a first. In fact that whole night was a Twilight Zone experience. Strange stuff happened at willcall and with two parking attendants. I also got to see a jam session at a party that night, which also kicked ass. The best show of them all was the private concert I had on Sunday. Not telling you any details though.
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