Thursday, June 19, 2003
We will begin with the disturbing dream that I had last night.
(Rita…you may want to avoid the beginning part of this entry as it will be all too familiar for you) (No, seriously) and
(Kelly, another horrifying dream about the cats)
In the dream, Paul and I are hanging out at my apartment in Times Square. I remember the TV being on and that we were sitting on my bed. We had been commissioned to watch over Kelly’s cat, Trey, and our friend Angie’s cat, Alex. Paul and I were goofing off when all of a sudden we heard a loud crash come from out in the living room. I jump up and run out to the living room to find Alex laying on the ground with his body all twisted and mangled. Trey, was sitting next to him and crying. There were little cat tears coming out of his eyes. I run over to Alex and see that he can barely lift his head. It looks to me like his spine is broken.
Paul comes running out of the bedroom behind me and gasps when he sees Alex. Trey starts to pace around Alex and he licks him on the face. Alex just turns his head from side to side, whimpering.
Paul says: “What happened??”
Joe: “I don’t know. I think he fell off the fridge or something. It looks like his back is broken. Is he going to die?”
Paul: “I think so, Joe. But probably slow and painful.”
Joe: “Should we take him to the hospital? Should I call an ambulance or something?”
Paul: “Joe, it’s too late. He would die before we got him to the hospital.”
Joe: “Then what do we do?? I can’t stand to see him suffering like this.”
Paul: “I’ll take care of it. You go back in the bedroom.”
Joe: “No. I will stay here with you. Trey is crying and he needs me.”
Paul: “Fine. But turn your head.”
Paul goes to the bedroom and returns with a baseball bat.
Joe: “What are you going to do?!?”
Paul: “I have to end his suffering. I told you to walk away.”
Joe: “I can’t! I can’t leave him!”
Paul: “It’s your choice.”
And with that, Paul raises the bat in the air and brings it down right on top of Alex’s skull. Brains and blood splatter all over the walls and on to Trey’s face. Trey starts to cry even harder and it sounds like the voice of a baby. I fall to my knees next to Alex’s smooshed head. Paul returns to the bedroom with the baseball bat. Trey walks over to the couch and begins to lick off the brains and blood from his fur. I start to cry while sitting there looking at dead Alex.
END DREAM.
I woke up to my alarm and Paul asking “What’s wrong? You’ve been thrashing about on the bed all night.” I told him about my dream and he said “SNORE”. (Damn me for ever teaching him that word) He scratched my back while I had my first cigarette of the morning and I tried my best to get the image of Alex’s smooshed head out of my mind.
Overall I feel much better today. I spent last night hanging out with Kelly and puttering around in my apartment. Paul came over around 11:30pm and brought me french fries from McDonalds. They were really good and gave me an exceptional shit this morning. He was so adorable last night and I realized (once again) that I love him dearly. I want only him. I have to break up with Ahmad…again. Somebody slap me in the nuts please. One day I want one thing and the next I want something different. Ah well. I’m sure Ahmad will give me a super nice birthday present, so I will keep him around long enough for that.
Sike! And if you thought I was serious, then you don’t know me at all. Gold digging is so pase.
Very excited to go home this weekend. My parents and I are celebrating Father’s Day and my birthday all in one! Friday night we will play cards and drink and smoke pot, as per our usual Friday night plan. Saturday we will go out to dinner at an all you can eat buffet. (NYC doesn’t have those and I LOVE them) (Who’s up for a plate filled with french fries piled to the ceiling?) After dinner we are off to the harness track to drink some beers and bet on horses. Back in the day I used to be the biggest advocate for animal rights and wouldn’t have imagined EVER supporting an equestrian track. Now that I’m older, I love drinking beer and hanging out with my parents too much to give a damn about the horse’s feelings. Sure it’s tough to be whipped all day and to run around a dirt track. But do they ever have to deal with being called a “fag”? I think not.
Faggot horses. I am totally saying that to their faces when I see them on Saturday.
Auditions for the show I am doing are next Wednesday. Remember that the show is called Stupid Kids (brief synapsis at this link). Kelly and I are playing Kimberly and Neechee respectively. We still have to cast the role of Jim. This is a big deal on so many levels. Most importantly for me, it’s the guy I have to make out with in the show. So, of course, I hope he is motha fuckin hotttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt! Hot with 37 T’s. My part in the show is that of a little, flaming, gothic, emotionally tormented, 17 year old boy. The part of Jim is a rebel, overly masculine, macho, ego driven, 17 year old MAN. My character falls in love with him and wants to form some sort of a love-based relationship. Jim ain’t havin it. Cuz he’s a straight.
Or IS he? That’s the beauty of the play. And I get to tongue him on stage. Amazing. My parents and friends of my family will have a heart attack. But that makes me want to do it so much more. SHOCK VALUE. Guess what everyone? Not only is Joe a homosexual…he kisses and humps boys on stage too! What TALENT he possesses.
Rock.
Alright…off to my daily nap. Gonna grab a bite to eat, shit it out in 10 minutes and go lay down for a nice summer’s catnap.
Snore me a river.
(Rita…you may want to avoid the beginning part of this entry as it will be all too familiar for you) (No, seriously) and
(Kelly, another horrifying dream about the cats)
In the dream, Paul and I are hanging out at my apartment in Times Square. I remember the TV being on and that we were sitting on my bed. We had been commissioned to watch over Kelly’s cat, Trey, and our friend Angie’s cat, Alex. Paul and I were goofing off when all of a sudden we heard a loud crash come from out in the living room. I jump up and run out to the living room to find Alex laying on the ground with his body all twisted and mangled. Trey, was sitting next to him and crying. There were little cat tears coming out of his eyes. I run over to Alex and see that he can barely lift his head. It looks to me like his spine is broken.
Paul comes running out of the bedroom behind me and gasps when he sees Alex. Trey starts to pace around Alex and he licks him on the face. Alex just turns his head from side to side, whimpering.
Paul says: “What happened??”
Joe: “I don’t know. I think he fell off the fridge or something. It looks like his back is broken. Is he going to die?”
Paul: “I think so, Joe. But probably slow and painful.”
Joe: “Should we take him to the hospital? Should I call an ambulance or something?”
Paul: “Joe, it’s too late. He would die before we got him to the hospital.”
Joe: “Then what do we do?? I can’t stand to see him suffering like this.”
Paul: “I’ll take care of it. You go back in the bedroom.”
Joe: “No. I will stay here with you. Trey is crying and he needs me.”
Paul: “Fine. But turn your head.”
Paul goes to the bedroom and returns with a baseball bat.
Joe: “What are you going to do?!?”
Paul: “I have to end his suffering. I told you to walk away.”
Joe: “I can’t! I can’t leave him!”
Paul: “It’s your choice.”
And with that, Paul raises the bat in the air and brings it down right on top of Alex’s skull. Brains and blood splatter all over the walls and on to Trey’s face. Trey starts to cry even harder and it sounds like the voice of a baby. I fall to my knees next to Alex’s smooshed head. Paul returns to the bedroom with the baseball bat. Trey walks over to the couch and begins to lick off the brains and blood from his fur. I start to cry while sitting there looking at dead Alex.
END DREAM.
I woke up to my alarm and Paul asking “What’s wrong? You’ve been thrashing about on the bed all night.” I told him about my dream and he said “SNORE”. (Damn me for ever teaching him that word) He scratched my back while I had my first cigarette of the morning and I tried my best to get the image of Alex’s smooshed head out of my mind.
Overall I feel much better today. I spent last night hanging out with Kelly and puttering around in my apartment. Paul came over around 11:30pm and brought me french fries from McDonalds. They were really good and gave me an exceptional shit this morning. He was so adorable last night and I realized (once again) that I love him dearly. I want only him. I have to break up with Ahmad…again. Somebody slap me in the nuts please. One day I want one thing and the next I want something different. Ah well. I’m sure Ahmad will give me a super nice birthday present, so I will keep him around long enough for that.
Sike! And if you thought I was serious, then you don’t know me at all. Gold digging is so pase.
Very excited to go home this weekend. My parents and I are celebrating Father’s Day and my birthday all in one! Friday night we will play cards and drink and smoke pot, as per our usual Friday night plan. Saturday we will go out to dinner at an all you can eat buffet. (NYC doesn’t have those and I LOVE them) (Who’s up for a plate filled with french fries piled to the ceiling?) After dinner we are off to the harness track to drink some beers and bet on horses. Back in the day I used to be the biggest advocate for animal rights and wouldn’t have imagined EVER supporting an equestrian track. Now that I’m older, I love drinking beer and hanging out with my parents too much to give a damn about the horse’s feelings. Sure it’s tough to be whipped all day and to run around a dirt track. But do they ever have to deal with being called a “fag”? I think not.
Faggot horses. I am totally saying that to their faces when I see them on Saturday.
Auditions for the show I am doing are next Wednesday. Remember that the show is called Stupid Kids (brief synapsis at this link). Kelly and I are playing Kimberly and Neechee respectively. We still have to cast the role of Jim. This is a big deal on so many levels. Most importantly for me, it’s the guy I have to make out with in the show. So, of course, I hope he is motha fuckin hotttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt! Hot with 37 T’s. My part in the show is that of a little, flaming, gothic, emotionally tormented, 17 year old boy. The part of Jim is a rebel, overly masculine, macho, ego driven, 17 year old MAN. My character falls in love with him and wants to form some sort of a love-based relationship. Jim ain’t havin it. Cuz he’s a straight.
Or IS he? That’s the beauty of the play. And I get to tongue him on stage. Amazing. My parents and friends of my family will have a heart attack. But that makes me want to do it so much more. SHOCK VALUE. Guess what everyone? Not only is Joe a homosexual…he kisses and humps boys on stage too! What TALENT he possesses.
Rock.
Alright…off to my daily nap. Gonna grab a bite to eat, shit it out in 10 minutes and go lay down for a nice summer’s catnap.
Snore me a river.
