4:30am

Sorry, I can't think of anything faux-witty for a title at this hour. Parachutes played at Hard Rock Cafe in Beverly Hills tonight. Well, I guess this morning. It was a very interesting experience filled with run red lights, kung fu vampires, bloody noses, appetizer samplers, missing cymbal stands, a mysterious black thong, and a tiny little dolly.

Oh, and I think it was decided that I was going to wear a corset to the next show.

Dear diary...

Today I:

-ate a 7-11 hotdog at 3:00am
-went to bed at 5:45am
-woke up at 11:00am
-ate something I didn't recognize
-was accused of having sex with various co-workers
-was offered a line of cocaine
-made 18 dollars an hour
-not for all 24 hours
-spoke Spanish
-misunderstood Spanish spoken to me
-saw someone naked
-was too tired to do anything else

Hope tomorrow is just as good.

xoxo, Grant

And did you know desire's a terrible thing, the worst that I could find?
And did you know desire's a terrible thing? But I rely on mine.

Confusing Retribution

Some of you might remember the Driveby Goldfishing that took place a while ago. It was an unfortunate event, but the goldfish are still alive today (well, most of them). I have another tale of woe which involves another variation on a classic action. You'll just have to read to see.

Before I went to Tennessee (oh, did I not tell you? I went to Tennessee. There, now I told you) I parked my truck in the visitor parking lot at my brother's apartment complex. I had a parking permit and all was legal.

I came back and as I passed my truck, I saw something on the window...looked kinda white. I thought my car had been egged. The only explanation was that someone was angry that I was partaking in the parking spot for over a week and they thought that was unfair so they egged my car.

Then I took a closer look.

It wasn't egg on my windows. And whatever it was, was on both windows, the windshield, and the doors. Then I found something in the bed...an empty can of Campbell’s Soup. I held it up...made the weird connection in my mind...and became even more confused.

Let me get this straight...somebody became irate that there was nowhere to park, they randomly chose my truck (possibly because it had a nice shady spot), went inside their house, got a can of Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom Soup, opened it up, went back outside, and proceeded to fling said soup all over said truck.

Who does that!?! Who throws soup on a car when they're mad? Then again, one time, I honey and coffee grinded someone's car. But that was because I was trying to impress a pretty girl. Maybe this is karmic realignment. You know. If I believed in Karma.

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On a wholly different note I just watched Amelie for probably the 15th time. But I came the closest to crying, out of any time I've seen any movie, this time. (I'm still waiting for the movie which will make a tear escape the clutches of my eyes) The kissing scene at the end kills me. I don't think I'll be watching it again for a long time.

Unless the water stops lapping at the blackened shore, my trust will dip and wane and dance to the rhythm of the sub-decibel pulsing ever present in my ears. Unless the water stops rolling and crashing and soaking my tears can't be heard by those needing to hear. The now deafened ears are transfixed on a sound that doesn't even exist outside of the mind. Like a ghost to aural senses some papers are moved, a light flickers with power and, ultimately, leaves darkness for all. The gift of sight ends up being a curse strapped to dragging feet stuck to lethargic legs swinging from a dead weight pelvis toting a sluggish torso lugging unmoving arms and a neck but no head. The heart, oh the heart, don't get me started. Don't make me laugh. Let me zip up the black plastic and let's just leave it be. Opened mouths mispronounce upscale words filled with vowels while hands clench, knuckles white, who needs blood to show anger? The simplest of all words and all thoughts, of emotions, is tricky and quite deadly...or deceitful one might say. With a wave of the wand what one once thought was one thing will wonder away, washing clean of existence. The signature in red sits on black dotted lines sits on pure white papyrus sits in gas lit alight. So sing another song filled with too many feelings and dig at the meanings you can't live without. What makes you so whatever it is that you are is a mystery to me wrapped in leather bound enigma. My advice then is eat sleep drink kill love rest will go die burn lift go feel sigh drink touch lust glow build break lie cheat yell run fall thrash melt stray go jump fight think bleed cut show meet hide look don't go live ride smile play clench write push fall dream say go strip scratch tie cut scream go please don't go