hello

yesterday was weird

i feel like i went a little crazy yesterday

not like went wild and crazy partying

not like got really upset and started smashing things crazy

like i think last night i went a little insane

i was kind of depressed all day

and then i came home and our kitchen had turned into a tattoo parlor

which was pretty cool actually

the roommates had cut up all these trashbags to hang from the ceiling

to create a sterile environment

i'm not sure how sterile anything in our house is ha ha

i don't know, it was just weird though

i felt very strange and i went to bed and i felt like i was making no sense

i don't know how to describe it outside of:

yesterday i feel like i went a little insane

one of my favorite san francisco stories took place in dolores park

i was at one of those generator punk shows that they used to have in the corner of the park

kind of near the muni stop and the basketball courts

anyways, it was a nice day, summer i think

the bands were all typical bay area punk bands but it was low-key and fun

people were dancing but not going crazy

(this time i DO mean getting wild)

then this one dude comes in and starts playing a little rough

he's pushing people around and swinging his arms

which i mean, yes, it IS a punk show

but there were like, 5-year-olds at the show

so it was a little much

i can't remember if people tried to calm him down or point out the kids to him

what i DO remember is someone smashing a 40 over his head

it was really casual, he just sort of walked up to him and went BOOM

the guy was knocked back

(obviously)

but not knocked out

he put his hand to his head and looked at the dude and said

"hey, what was that for???"

(meanwhile the band was still finishing a song)

they argued for a little bit but were absurdly polite to one another

both of them even apologized to each other

the non-mosher was like "hey i'm sorry it came to that, but we needed you to stop immediately and i didn't know what else to do"

the other dude, while blood was pouring down his face said something like

"hey sorry you wasted your beer"

that bottle was like at least half full

after the band finished that song they turned their amps about 90 degrees

(the drummer just stayed put)

and everyone moved in front of them to get away from the broken glass

it was the most peaceful confrontation i've ever seen

maybe that story doesn't really have the umph it used to

it's been awhile since i thought about it and i feel like i'm forgetting details

i was still fairly new up here, i know i was there with katie

who was someone i was briefly engaged to but not that serious with

oh katie

i liked her a lot

i had a grown-up moment with her just recently

i ran into her on my lunch break and we went and got a taco together

it was fun though it's sometimes a little sad to see her

i always felt like that girl was just so much "wiser" than me

"more wise?"

WHATEVER

sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

i'm so excited for friday

i always loved this idea of just playing in public

at a really specific time too

it makes it more of an event

not like a capital E Event

like hannibal crossing the alps or something like that

but like a much less IMPORTANT event

maybe like a cousin you didn't know dying?

i'm not really finding an apt metaphor for this am i?

oh well

it doesn't matter

nothing at all matters

so listen to metal and get high

the end

this has been the dave update