otherwise known as ginger bull

I live next to Little Tokyo in DTLA. I drink tall boys AKA Ashai Extra Dry 99.9 % of the time. Its fun to put on the punk boots and mosh them flat when plastered for recycling.

Blue Moon with a slice of orange....yummmmmmmm....

Ran around doing mainstream auditions today, first one nailed: ROCKER CHICK as HOST. No Brainer.



Second was wrong addie set via casting director, gotta love mainstream, LOL. Porn directors ALWAYS give the correct addy w/ zip and shuttle /carpool service.

My uber hot Brazilian neighbor chick knocked over my motorcycle for the 3rd time, and has now busted my seat. Gotta weld it or get wire to anchor it down. I keep telling her I will not fuck her or her boyfriend. Desperate but not serious.... LOL


TONIGHT: 2 qts of ASAHI. that would be 2K mL of ecstacy set to the music from the 1976-67 UK punk days of the SLITS, ALTERNATIVE TV and THE RAINCOATS.

I am jacking off to all my fucking sex toys because its not an early call time on the porn set in the AM and I fucking love watching La Strada on VHS. Crank it baby. Its my fav part.

I stopped by Rundle's, down the street from Five Star Video, and bought a Jeroboam of Chimay (red label). While checking out, I learned about the various large bottles:

1 Magnum = 2 bottles -- champagne bottles, not beer bottles!
1 Jeroboam = 4 bottles (1st King of Israel)
1 Rehoboam = 6 bottles (son of King Solomon)
1 Methusaleh = 8 bottles (Old Testament patriarch)
1 Salmanazar = 12 bottles (King of Assyria)
1 Balthazar = 16 bottles (King of Babylon)
1 Nebuchadnezzar = 20 bottles (King of Babylon)

Christos, if I drank a Nebuchadnezzar of anything, I could rehydrate the Hanging Gardens.

My usual brandy and beer.

my wife went to marimekko this afternoon and came back with like 9 pairs of curtains, enough sheets and duvet covers for a small hotel and FOUR FUCKING SHOWER CURTAINS. and lots of towels and bullshit pillows. she kept putting the shit on the windows/bed and asking for opinions. this went on intermittently for 2 hours, minimum. i got to the point where my brain stopped being able to process patterns and colors at all or remember their appearance but i maintained my ability to feign interest. i like fucking her enough to tolerate viewing fabric patterns every 20 minutes. i kind of wanted to beat her by the end of it after seeing the reciept, then i realized textiles were giving her more pleasure than the ounce of good coke that money would have been used for in the past.

we ate out and well, which we're doing often now that ww're passing on the wine list. literally, i ordered enough food to be unpleasantly full at radius and the bill for 2 people gorging themselves was south of 2 bills and that's on the high side of things lately. if you've avoided your city's best food joints assuming they're extravagantly expensive you'll find they're quite the opposite if you don't drink. you can always drink good wine at home, but you can't cook like the best chefs. if you've got some flexibility it's easy to find a pretty diesel tasting menu for a hundred bucks which is cheap for being fed well in a nice setting for a few hours compared to takeout and drugs. it's still novel enough for us to do 3-4 times on slow weeks. so pick the best place in your city if you haven't been, or the hot place that just opened and go eat there. you can always drink that wine at home, but you can't always drop $800 for dinner and something towards the middle of the wine list.

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FOUR FUCKING SHOWER CURTAINS

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I grew up in Paradise Valley in the Mummy Mountain foothills, down the street from Linda Brock, who owned a few car dealerships in Snottsdale and was known for being quite the socialite cuntbag. She bought two adjoining acreages and proceeded to build on both of them, right when Rod Stewart was building on a single acre further down the street. Full semis from Ethan Allen used to arrive daily, with multiple furniture set for each room. The cunt made the movers unload set after set until she found the ones that went with each other.

E-mail me for the appropriate hate mail address.

Oh yeah, this was in the normal section of P.V., not the unswanky John Grdina convict section, where every $3 million house has a $2.75MM mortgage.

Sandbar, I like Chimay and fuck the rest

wait what??? not drinking alcohol at dinner lowers the price of the bill, im completely astounded by this.

i drank ONLY! 1 32 oz coors, (weekday) and i only opened it once i won money on the rockies, okay im lying i said i wouldnt open it until i won, but i opened it after the homerun in the 13th by the padres, and gleefully finished it by the end of the inning.

yay money i got +122

and in more alarming news, i just added up what i bet during the month of september, it came in just under 3700 dollars total volume, this doesnt include future bets on cfb, more distressing i had 3 wnba plays over the 100 dollar mark, AND this doesnt count my horse racing losses. (only a few hundred)

yikes

You seem to belong in "Who's Gambling Tonight?"

I gave up my notion of not drinking this weekend and am currently well on my way to unpleasant things and revelling in life's base urges.

not sober

i tried to convince the security guard in my complex to drive me so i wouldnt have to drive drunk, he declined, i decided to stop being a pussy and went anyways,

at the swedish shatter club. the mingo came in and did one hell of a number. kisses like rain drops, we laughed like the fifth. your friend the griz says topaz is good so what do i care? hopefully tomorrow will be a welcome.

mmmm Topaz

I just tipped over doing wheelies for my guests Stacey and Sheila...Sheila is making popcorn, stacey is now wheeling around while i sit here and post and play poker.

Its Sunday so it is Absolut and Seven Up night ---- no beer

the gf is working nightshift at the hospital tonight, tomorrow too I think, so I'm getting completely assfaced

I had no idea Quinne was a doctor!

jack and coke, a nice change from the sickly super dry froth vomits..

A Pina Colada and a Frozen Margarita, I know faggot drinks, but I like em, sorry.

7 & 7.

Steel Reserve (An acquired taste of heavy malt liquorish piss water, but it gets me to my special place pretty damned quickly and cheaply). Any other imbibers of this choice spew brew?

Jack unt Coke

Happy Halloween party night

I think I know Skeeter's fav size 2 ...

iT'S 1:53 A.M. AND i STILL HAVE A CASE OF sIEARRA nEVADA (PALE) ale HERE TO DRINK...eVERYONE CONSUMED MY eYE OF THE HAWK RESERVE.


oh fUcK MY cAPS loCk IS fuCKED...i AM TOO DRUNK TO FICZ IT

Aa of now I have about four shots left in my bottle of vodka. It will be gone soon.

Tallboys of Labatt Blue and Stella Artois

It's not tonight, but I'm drinking.

Stella Artois tall boys, Kahlua + coffee, McChrystal's violet snuff tobacco, silver haze, Akwesasne Mohawk Territory cigarettes. The beat goes on...

I'm drinking some sweet German wine in a blue bottle.

jw black and soda about to FUCKING kill myself after that non usc cover,


FUCK

My wife came home with more beer, some sweet cappucino caramel premixed thing, and Bailey's to go with the new coffeemaker. There's nothing worse than a wide-awake drunk on a sugar high.

you have a fucking wife?

i had you as unemployed with a gay 46 year old roommate in the pool, god DAMMIT

I like to keep fuckers like you guessing.

yeah, yeah I'm drinking tonight!

the question at hand monstalex/ is did the federal government subsidize your firewater?

look if you dont want to respond due to tax purposes i totally get it

no I have harlots for that.

Patrons, Pacificos, Jacks unt Cokes, Coronas, et all.

Everything is exactly right
When I walk around here drunk every night
With an open container from 7-11
In St. Ides Heaven
I've been out haunting the neighborhood
And everybody can see I'm no good
When I'm walking out between parked cars
With my head full of stars
High on amphetamines
The moon is a lightbulb breaking
It'll go around with anyone
But it won't come down for anyone
You think you know what brings me down
That I want those things you could never allow
You see me smiling, you think it's a frown
Turned upside down
Because everyone is a fucking pro
And they all got answers from trouble they've known
And they all got to say what you should and shouldn't do
Though they don't have a clue
High on amphetamines
The moon is a lightbulb breaking
It'll go around with anyone
But it won't come down for anyone
And I won't come down for anyone

Alexander Keith's India Pale Ale. Smoking a fattie, listening to the Dead w/Duane Allman, waiting for this big storm to roll in.

Stoli until midnight...writing Christmas cards is so damned boring.