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Once again like a genius I deleted a perfectly good entry. I
don't know what's wrong with me. I really don't.
So it's Halloween, and due to my usually
wonderful geography I'm held hostage by the Hollywood Blvd. parade. It's nearly midnight
and helicopters are still flying overhead. And since we've killed the environment it's
about 90 degrees in my apartment. I spent the day seeing my Cirque trapezist friend who is
on a brief break from an Australia / Asia tour. I haven't seen her in over a year, and
that's way too long for us. I then spent the evening in, gulp, the valley because I
couldn't go south of fucking Hollywood Blvd. since it was filled with a lousy-ass parade
attended by lousy-ass people. The cool people are tonight in West Hollywood watching the
better parade and buggering each other high on meth. Sounds good right about now.
Here's a brief list of halloweenish stee things:
Number of times I was a bum on Halloween: 4.
Number of times I was a gypsy: 1.
Number of times I was a punk rocker: 4.
Best costume, childhood: a Rubik's Cube.
Best costume, twenties: MCA in the Sabotage video.
Costume worn this year: Matthew McConaughey (bongos, weed, nakedness).
Costume I didn't have the balls to wear this year: dead golfer Payne Stewart.
Favorite candy: Reese's Cups, Mounds, Junior Mints, Peanut M&M, Now and
Laters, Skittles, Twix.
Movies that scared me the most at the time: Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory,
Poltergeist, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween, Pet Semitary, The Blair Witch Project,
The Larry King Happy
passed-out right now at Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillippe's baby shower/Halloween
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