BONER PARTY!!!

one time i did uppers with this guy that had worked in a mine most of his life. dude rarely saw the sun from ages 16 to about 40, so the guy was pale as a fucking sheet and looked about 25 when in actuality he was at most 43 (i never asked; you shouldnt either). he told me “aboot” dropping acid in a Starbucks in Winnipeg and how the experience became an almost David Lynch-ian non-principle; that “the animal within a cage is no longer a beast, and that the animal must be set free”. or something. i was like Rick James high when he told me all this.

but then we walked back into the bar and there was this asian broad singing “Come Sail Away”. i will not advocate drug use but i will totally advocate drug use if you are in the habit of doing so with ageless almost spectral miners from Manitoba and korean law students drunk on life and Styx keyboard solos. because that is America. i dont know what your teacher told you in grade school about a bunch of white dudes with wigs and Cameo leggings; she was wrong and you have been lied to. America is founded on an underlying belief that we are all good, there is a right and a wrong, and there are to be no gray areas.

however, its when you start wading through the gray areas, though - in the soup of it -  that the landscape becomes more clear, and you can see this place for what it really is: it’s actually a pretty rad country where the sane people just keep a lot quieter than the idiots. people are allowed free speech and should be encouraged not to get along but to disagree because the dissonance and the ability to converse with one another without violence truly is - i guess - what America is sort of about, if you get down to brass tacks. which is why hippies are full of shit, too, but thats a whole other blog entry.

apologies for the lack of wakka-wakkas in this post. maybe i had to do a lot of drugs outside a dive bar in East Hollywood with a Canadian miner to realize how much i love this country. but anyways, happy 4th of july.

(pic via laist)