Crazy Drunken 4th of July Email to Justin and Steven Two Days Before My 27th Birthday:For Posterity

I Sent this email to justin and steve earlier today and as I got half way through it, as you will read, I decided to just write what I was thinking about writing about on my blog and then just copy and paste it so I wouldn't have to write a whole bunch of other crap. And since I am drunk, I will say this: I love marigold's friend Sara. I think she is awsome and I think her blog is awsome. And I love the Fourth of July. And there was something else but I can't remember what it was.

Steve and Justin, mostly justin,

I really really really really really loooove the decemberists. Too
much. Too fast. I think I might already be burnt out on them. Oh
well. I like the guy's voice. I like the weird, english, irish,
pirate affectation he has like he is literally from a land not unlike
our own but not like our own. I am drunk while I am writing this.
Not completely but enough so bear with any typos and/or rambling.
Rambling such as the fact that I am drunk which is a totally
unecessary detail. I've really only had a bear and a half. A beer
and a h alf. I left it bear because that looked funny. I had a bear
and a half. Ha!!!!The bear I am drinking, since justin recently wrote
about beers on his blog, is clever. It is called Shastafarian and it
is a beer from Weed. It is a beer from the stock of Weed Ales
actually and the bottle cap says something funny on it but I have to
go get it and read it because I can't remember it. Here it is. It
says, Try Legal Weed. I'm glad people in weed are finally
capitalizing on the name of the town by selling tshirts and beer. The
bottle has a picture of the weed city entrance welcoming thing. It is
similar to when you would drive into The Gatewayto the REdwoods on 101
but I can't remember the name of that town. I think it also started
with a W. Watkinsville. Waltertown. Wilkesbourough. What the fuck
is the name of that town? North of Ukiah??? I was in Ukiah a couple
weeks a go. But I can't really go into that whole story. Anyway, the
bottle has one of those signs and in the background are the mountains,
mount shasta for instance, but over mount shasta is a black dredlocked
man's face superimposed over the mountain. Shastafarian. Get it?
the whole bottle tells a story. How fascinating. I think I am going
to copy this email and paste it into my blog. How's that for parlor
tricks? I just wrote a few sentences and deleted them all because
they were stupid. They were about a movie I want to write. So I do
edit myself. That proves it. Speaking of weed. I might steal some
of my dad's weed and smoke it. I wouldn't really do that because I
don't do illegal drugs, wink wink. Generlaly speaking I don't though.
Generally speaking, that is. Backspace is so proactive and for such
a lazy person as me, I'm surprised I use it as much as I do. The
point is, I watched I heart huckabees today and I am TOTALLY going to
read up on my existentialism. Remember that play I did, Hunting
cockroaches? Did justin see that? I know steve did but I"m not sure
if justin did or not. Anyway, that play had a lot of references to
kafka and shit and was the only time in my life that I was really
exposed to existential thoughts and ideas and writers, etc. But I was
only like 22 or 23 or something and I just wasn't interested. But
now, I think I am interested. Or I could be. Or I should be. But I
don't want my existential period of life to completely be tied and
linked and traced back to a movie like I heart hucakabees so I really
need to look into some legitimate writers and stuff or I will always
feel like an asshole when I talk about kafka and all I am really
thinking about is one of the 6 movies jude law made in the year 2005.
Or 2004. Whatever. I listened the song of kevin's band that you
sent me, justin. I actually liked it and I am loathe to admit it but
this was EXTREEEEMELY surprising to me. I didn't like it in the sense
that I would want to own an album but I was impressed Number 1 by the
production values and Number 2 by the sound of kevin's voice not being
really recognizable to me until about 30 seconds into the song. I
have to qualify this mini review, however, by saying that I did not
actually listen to the whole song. I got the idea and that was
enough. Also, I wish to god I could go down the second week in july
and visit with you and alicia and will and johanna but that is just
not in the cards right now. First of all, I am fucking broke. Second
of all, I have taken a bunch of time off work for really hardly any
reason at all and have no PTO left. Not to mention all the work I
need to do at work. Don't even get me started about work. Maybe I
will write in my blog one day what I do for a living and how
ridiculous it is. To do. As a job. It's fucking ludicrous.
RiCOCKulous, as my friend andy rydzewski would say. Awsome. This is
the most awsome email I have ever sent. I am going to reply to
everything in the previous email you sent that I have not addressed
yet because I have been selfishly ranting on and on about things to
satisfy my own fucking ego. Which is why I think I could actually
write that movie that I described in the part that I had to delete
earlier. But I need to get another beer first. You won't even read
all this, will you? I wouldn't. I have the other beer now. Empty
beer bottles really do look like dead soldiers, don't they? You wrote
that you and danny hung out just the two of you for an afternoon in
humboldt. That must of been weird. for both of you. That guy was
strange but the two of you alone in a room together ups the strange
quotent to a fairly large degree. Mainly because you are both filled
with non-sequiters. They are coming out of your ears, the two of you.
which is probably why alicia can relate better to both of you rather than you to each other.
Maybe. Not that you are alike, really, you and danny but you both
have similar qualities.

That's about it. I could go on, of course. I always can. I am very
good lately at thinking and typing and writing. For some reason.
Boredom, probably. I will of course have to write a prologue and
epilogue to this email when I post it on my blog so that it will make
sense to me when I read again in a few months.

EPILOGUE PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED:
So I sent that email and there are no takeseesbacksees in cyberland so what is done is done and at least now I have my drunken ramblings immortalized for my own future viewing. As in, tomorrow morning when I am sober. That will be awsome. Luckily, there are takeseesbacksees in blogland an I can always delete this post if i am disgusted by my own candor/shallowness. Nothing worse than being honest and realizing that your honestly is totally inane and shallow. And insipid. although I don't think I need to worry about that. Inanity yes, insipity no.

This was either the best or the worst 4th of july ever. I can't tell yet. I watched the 4th of july parade in Ashland, Oregon, as I have done since forever. Not since the day I was born because I was actually just short of a year old when I watched my first one but ever year since then I have seen it. I still like it a lot. I almost missed it this year because of poor planning and disallusionment.

As an afterthought, literally, I just want to report that I am in another play now. I was cast in The Heidi Chronicles. I play a few different roles, one pretty good one. And I am looking forward to being in a play with ideas and questions that I actually like. It has been a while.

Oh, and Willits was the name of that town. And I'm pretty sure it is the place with the sign that says The Gateway to the Redwoods.