rent a car drunk

[Axanderdeath]

It's 11:29 at the free computers in Vancouver's main public library I have 2 hours to write and edit this.

It starts in a homeless shelter which I have just left for a shady hotel on Granville called vogue, which it is anything but. I want to be a writer. I have posted all my writing on facebook. I was sitting on the computer at the homeless shelter listening to the “clients” of the shelter bitching about the staff not bringing food and towels quickly enough. I was on wikipedia randomly searching for “70' 80's punk rock newyork art scene stuff” jim jarmusch shows up, richard hell shows up, andy warhol shows up, tom waits shows up, kerouac shows up, gay stuff shows up.... I decide that I will send out friend requests randomly to people on facebook that are on fan sites of these wikipedia ramdom searches. I get random readers. They all like my shit....

I take the skytrain down to main street science world with out paying the fare. I walk through the demonously hot sun to my work. I tray chicken wings for 4 hours. I think about how I feel like I am about to break through...

I get home and my brain damaged room mate at the shelter yahmers on about how many ciggaret butts he found at the surry hospital. I tell him that is great. He tells me he stole my pillow because he thought I was not coming back. I tell him thats okay, but he can keep it, that I do not want it back.

Sadly I look forwards to the face book responses on the internet and when 9 o'clock come around in the morning and the “clients are aloud to use the computer again I get on.

I have about 5 inbox messages. Ones from a girl wanting to know how I tracked her down. How she knows me from halifax and that did I search petmis or something, she says she read my wrting and liked it. I write back that it was completely random and that we should do something if she is in town. She writes back sure. Monday at the library we can meet.

After that I hop the skytrain and sit around in the library and read a bukowski novel and watch a homless man eat a bag of candy. I go out side of the library and take in the sun as I try to bum a smoke. I watch a obesse man yell at japanesse tourist that do not seem to understand his brand of huffy puff out of breath fat man talk. I finally bum a smoke and sit and write it all down in a note book that I stole from chapters—a moleskin i love the paper in them....

I go to work I tray chicken wings.

I sit at the computer and search my own name on google.

I do houseing searches on craigs list.

I put out an add on craigs list.

“I am a writer looking for a publisher”

I get several responses from writers interested in what my writing is like. I send them my unpublished novel.

I I I-- my ego is inflating. I am becoming facebook famouse.

The day comes when I am supposed to meet the girl. I am off work that night. The “clients” are alll talking about how the staff does nothing and that they get paid for nothing. I tell them we are getting a place to stay and food for free and they should be thankful. They inform me that they are NOT complaining....

i meet the girl at the library. She was there getting books on learning spanish because she is going down to mexico to teach english. That is somewhat funny to me. I try not to smile when I laugh and expose my two missing front teeth.

“you must read alot. I can tell by your writing.” she says. She has red hair with a blond streak. She is beatiful. I remember here vaugly from halifax. like Fractured frames in a film, or broken mirror images. Black outs slowly reforming in a fog.

“yeah”

she takes out her leapard skin print bag and opens it and produces a copy of “fear and loathing las vagas” she looks to see what printing it is. it is not a 1st.

“I also have a copy of playboy we can look at. An old one. There is an article about hunter in it. I like it lots.” she pronounces lots “lats”--

“lats eh?” I say feeling like a hockey player straining for conversational skills.

“yeah.”

“you want to get some jiuce.”

“have a car. A rental car.”

“cool”

“we can take a drive. Brown bag it in a park somewhere.”

“comercial drive?”

“sounds good.”

We drive up a street and are astunded by the illegality of left turns from 9 am to 3 pm in vancouver. We listen to tom waits—the theme song for down by law comes on. She coments on this. We talk lamely about jim jarmusch and all our favorite directors. I talk lamely at least not having very much knowlegde aside from knowing what I like. I can't help but wonder whats going through this girls head. Perhaps it is foolish that I was thinking that she thought I was some kind of genius on that brink, perhaps I have a huge ego, perhaps, and I think likely, but that is what I thought.

After illlegaly turning left and getting to comercial we go to a bar and she buys us pictchers of beer. There is a poster of hank III on the wall. It is dark. I remember going to this bar one time after hanging out at wreck beach all day and getting a drive back with some hippy people that liked me because I played git and sang songs in the vain of “jim morrison” in there ears atleast. I met a writer girl there that I instantly knew was a writer because she was holding a molskin—her boyfriend and her talked to me. I wrote a poem in her note book for them—we had been planing to go to another bar but then it was off because my poem was too dark.---anyway that has nothing to do with this really...

we sit there me and this girl and read playboy. We are both to tipsy to really read so we just read the comics, half of which I did not get the other half that were not funny—one was funny... one.

We left the bar and I suggested we get some cider and drink in the back of the car so we could listen to music. This is where it all gets stupid. I start getting to drunk.

“you think I am atractive right.” I say touching her leg.

“you are okay. Stop getting mushy on me.” she says.

“sorry. Put on some velvet underground!” I say and she does and I turn it up extremly loud.

“shiney boots of leather.” I tell her I like the violin cherp in it....

I go for a piss and start talking to some black guys on the grass. I black out around here....

I found out later we went to a poetry reading. The girl and the black guys and I. I just kept asking if the girl “found me atractive.” then I just started calling her a bitch. I know this cause I asked her what happend. I told her I was sorry about it. she wrotte that I was just calling her a bitch and then telling her she hated me. that I then left. later she said someone came in and said "there is some guy out side yelling at random people for no reason" an dthat was me she told me....

i slept in a bank keioske that night

MORAL:

beware of facebook fame

GAP

[Doreen Peri]

Geoff... great to see you!

Just to let you know, I don't usually read really long pieces on the screen because it's too hard on my eyes but I read this one all the way through. You had me from the first word.

I realize you said you only had 2 hours to write and post so maybe there wasn't time to do spellcheck but hope you'll do that when you have a chance to clean this up some. It's a really good piece.

What's your facebook link?

[Axanderdeath]

the link is geoffparsons.3@gmail.com and no I did not edit it before I posted it there.

thanks for reading--I agree about long posts--I am pretty high on myself...

[Arcadia]

what a ride!!!

“sorry. Put on some velvet underground!” I say and she does and I turn it up extremly loud.

thanks for the link!!!

[Axanderdeath]

sure

[Axanderdeath]

thanks for reading... I feel prety fucked up after writing this one for some reason

[Doreen Peri]

I meant the link to your facebook page, not your email.

I wanted to be a facebook fan.

[Axanderdeath]

that is a link no? you type that into the search on facebook and it pulls my profile up...

[Doreen Peri]

Is this it?

http://www.facebook.com/people/Geoff_Parsons/727037350

It doesn't look like you.

The link you posted was to your email.

I can't find any axanderdeath listed on facebook.

[Axanderdeath]

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=610777931

try this

[Doreen Peri]

thanks, Geoff!

[mtmynd]

Geoff... hello. I can't see your facebook. I'm not a sign up type. I don't like signing in and not using it. i won't use facebook. you won't miss me. but i enjoyed your staccato piece here. glad to see you're still pursuing the writing bit. good luck. stay authentic.

signing off..

[Axanderdeath]

i hope that did not come across as some kind of add for facebook.

it is a habit that is hard to break