*1 FEBRUARY 2014*
did some laundry at the home of john the drunk…
drank some booze…
smoked cigarettes in his bathroom…
he had to wake up for work…i went back to my place and cleaned up my act…almost got into a fight when i took the second mic after a creepy ponytailed middle-aged man attempted to sing “new york state of mind”…he wanted to fight me outside…i had several soldiers at the bar willing to fight for me…miles was the first to come to my defense…
i spent friday updating my facebook pictures…this seems to be the only way to garner digital attention (for now)…elisa wants to move me to “emergency housing” after katherine monzo (“assistant” township administrator) chewed her out…she doesn’t think i’m “safe” here…dorothy is gone…her replacement is here…after consulting with AI and john the drunk, i shut off my phone…the espresso machine is back up @ dunkin donuts…i fueled myself with caffeine all day…starting with a large iced D+D coffee (with 2 turbo shots)…then a bon apetit coffee with espresso shot…then a small iced D+D coffee…ate a chicken ranch sandwich / bacon egg cheese sandwich on toasted everything bagel / 6 hash browns / toasted plain bagel with cream cheese / toasted sesame bagel with butter…and a chocolate lollipop from bon apetit…now i’m all out of food…$6 left on the D+D card…
went to visit john the drunk @ 8pm…he was too spooked out by the events of the day to secure the $100 worth of cocaine…so we drank instead…coors light…shots of fireball whiskey…cigarettes…i drank down the bottle of port sitting atop the refrigerator…from 2011…his fag indian roommate came home in the midst of our debauchery…i put john the drunk to bed before midnight when he became too drunk to function…swiped some coors light cans for the road…he’s headed to NYC for the “super bowl parade” with his son tomorrow afternoon…then he’s going to watch the super bowl here on sunday @ 6pm…he’ll bring booze and food…he’s going broke…i sent out some nasty e-mails to family + friends last night…what am i going to do once i’m out of booze today?
3 february:
friday night…john the drunk passed out here…i went to the ivy inn…both eric and justin told me i was “too drunk” to enter the premises…so i went to the A+B…gave a middle finger to the bouncer…then i fell flat on my face to the concrete…
i was taken care of…
courtney jafferian…(732)546-7188…
some indian “doctors” drove me home…they probably got laid that night…john the drunk went back home…he was too drunk to take his child to the super bowl parade…so i left the door open…then i went to check up on him…met his roommate…then he tried to kill me after i knocked on his locked bedroom door…
so i went back to the base…then john the drunk came to watch super bowl sunday…seattle trounces denver…43-8…
john the drunk bought us a 24-pack of budweiser and two bottles of fireball whiskey…i’ve got scars on my face…john provided me with “A+D”…to prevent scarring…
then i fucked up…i was on the phone with cheryl and somehow my pack of marlboro reds (which john bought me) ended up in the sink…he gave me a $50 bill to buy more cigarettes…they got lost…and then at 10:30pm he got sick of my bullshit and left…
it got worse…i was feeling great on monday morning…so i invited over john the drunk…post-super-bowl game…i was on overdrive…before noon i blacked out…i ended up at the hospital…missed my appointment in trenton…
26 Yard Avenue
(monday 3pm)
elisa said she would “have an extra bus pass for me”
(but i need 2!)
depart 1:21pm
(alexander street 100S off faculty road)
(bus 605)
arrive at quaker bridge mall at 1:44pm
(take bus 609 at 1:54pm to south clinton at wallenberg)
arrive at 2:28pm
walk 0.02 miles to trenton transit center
arrive 2:28pm
(costs $2.75)
(it may take up to 2 hours)
4 february:
so john bailed me out of the hospital…cost him $50 to use his taxi driver…i ate one shitty hospital meal and they let me out early…i’ll repay him with my general assistance check…now i’m out of beer and have one pack of cigarettes…waiting for my nose to heal…at this point, my benefits may be cut off…
met with elisa this morning…she gave me a $98 general assistance check and a monthly bus pass…she wants to move me into temporary housing this week (as does assistant administrator katherine monzo)…they have no right to do this…i’ll just stop answering my phone…at least dorothy is gone taking care of her “sick dog” today…of course the parents are already in the loop…and now i have a reputation as an alcoholic with the princeton police department…i just hope the medical bills aren’t sent to the family house…they gave me drugs that are making me feel like shit today…i could hardly walk…and now i’m getting the shakes…
loaded up on a lot of food this morning…bought a $10 botle of crystal palace vodka @ “public”…now i’m horny as hell…already rubbed one out this morning…i can’t get comfortable in bed…i may as well keep drinking…at least i forced myself to take a shower today…now dorothy and john are going to continue annoying me all day…
5 february:
ended up in the hospital AGAIN…now i’ve got a scar on my chin…i spent the last of my cash on a taxi…i tipped him with peanut m+ms…
20 february:
i’m at the princeton public library surfing the internet…
(just like i did last night)
i’m hard at work trimming down my internet footprint…still haven’t figured out how to erase all my facebook wall posts at once…so i’m going one at a time…and i’m unable to delete photo upload notifications from my facebook wall…this could take awhile…i’ve got 5 accounts to work with…my two “personal” accounts” (“joseph james” and “joga bot”) and my three “business” accounts (“joga” / “jogabot” / “jogabop”)…then there’s my “celebrity” account (“charlie brown”) and my “secret” account (“cosmicreep”)…
i also need to trim my “jogabot” twitter account…it’s polluted with youtube updates (since the twitter account is linked to my youtube account)…i created a “secret” twitter account (“cosmic creep”) to launch my stealth attack on digital society (using my “josephjgatti@gmail.com” e-mail address / password: banjogai1)…
so many people using the internet @ the library…do they really not have internet access in their homes?…annoying…and they all talk on their cellphones…talk to each other…talk to themselves…blast music through their headphones…how rude…at least i walk outside when i’m talking on the cellphone…it’s a fucking library for crying out loud…have we lost all sense of decency?
the indian assholes who run the motel are trying to move me to a “single” room…they called me @ 3pm yesterday from the motel phone when i was lounging in bed watching “investigation discovery” (channel 7)…they informed me that i am in a “double” room (even though there’s only one bed)…i told them i was heading out and i would deal with them later…i’m being moved around like a fucking puppet…
this phone call spurred me to action…it’s warm outside once again…and so i dialed up michael morton brown and walked to quaker bridge mall for the 4:30pm bus to princeton (the buses run to princeton every hour and 15 minutes)…but the bus didn’t leave until 4:40pm (even though the fat black lady driving the bus was there well before 4:30pm)…i assume that she can’t leave until the 600 bus in front of her departs…why, i don’t know…”linda” (the lawrence landlord) couldn’t get in touch with elisa…i left a voicemail for elisa the following morning…no response…i’m supposed to go check out her room today…and i look like shit…hopefully cheryl can drive me there…she left the house @ 9am this morning with clean clothes…i also need a flash drive (to transfer files to the internet) and food…two saturdays until i reach march…then i get a money / food refill in two mondays…
i’m allowed 124 minutes of internet access with a “guest pass” (a number at the library front desk on the second floor)…but it doesn’t really matter…i can always just pick up another guest pass once my time is up…and i was given an extra hour of internet access automatically once my time was up yesterday…i should just get a library card…
then i went to visit john the drunk ’round 8pm…he told me to catch the free-b on the way there (but it never passed)…i still have to take off my wet shoes when i walk in the house…turns out i left a pair of sneakers there (the ones that michael anthony lent me years ago)…still can’t get in touch with him…nor the rolland runts…magic dan just tells me via facebook that i’ve hit “rock bottom”…i tend to agree…and i can’t get in touch with michael morton brown via facebook…just aidan ireland…and more ramblings courtesy of “izzy”…
drank budweisers and smoked marlboro menthols in the bathroom with john the drunk…nobody else was home…the indian fag moved out of the other bedroom…he gave me back my sweater but he threw away my shit-stained jeans…and he gave me a microwaveable teriyaki chicken + rice meal…he got drunk and went to bed ’round 11pm…i continued to drink beer (making sure to leave a 6-pack for him so he could get through the next morning)…he was as obnoxious as ever…i took two spare keys from the kitchen and left the kitchen door unlocked as i departed the house ’round 11:15pm…the sidewalks were treacherously icy…
i hit up the ivy inn…”eric” informed me that i had a “lifetime ban” for “cussing him out” 3 weeks ago (the friday when he refused to let me in for “being too drunk”)…i had no recollection of “cussing him out”…i apologized and asked what i could do to lift the “lifetime ban”…he told me to “come back when the weather is warmer”…
then i sat down with the girl whose guitar i borrowed…her name is gabriella aron…i sipped some of her camomile tea…then we got in her car and drove to a diner…i ordered a coffee…she ordered grapeleaves…she paid the bill (because i have no money)…i lied and told her i left my wallet at my house…
gabriella is 22 years old…jewish father / italian mother…rubenesque…very cute…rutgers dropout…lives on a farm in franklin with a bunch of artists (the “cooperative 518” / named after the street #)…works as a chef at the infini-T cafe and spice souk in princeton (4 hulfish street)…now we’re facebook friends…i probably won’t see her until open mic night @ the A+B next wednesday…and now i have little chance of seeing tess o’meara or kelly nagel (since i’m banned from the ivy inn)…i should call them anyway…
gabriella dropped me off at john the drunk’s house ’round 4am…i went for a kiss but she gave me the cheek…(732)710-9928…
the kitchen door was locked but i had the key…”benjamin” (the bearded dude) was still up…i went to sleep in the vacant room…no pillow…no blanket…john the drunk told me i needed to be out of the house by noon…he said the landlady would be paying a visit then…he woke me up before he left for work to make sure i knew the deal…i dreamt of a thin furry black creature roaming ’round princeton shopping center (until it segued into the watchung tennis court)…i was planning on taking a bus from the shopping center to the quaker bridge mall that morning but then i headed to the library @ 9am…i took a swig of white wine from the fridge before departing…there were two yeunglings in the fridge but i refrained from swiping them…john the drunk had already pounded down the budweisers that morning…he also gave me two mysterious pills that he received from his stint in rehab last week…”state of the art” sleeping pills (“vistaril”)…which is just “hydroxyzine”…it probably won’t even get me high…
chatted with AI…his grandmother died…he’ll pay me a visit next week (so i’ve gotta get some repraise tracks ready for him…if my motel stay isn’t disrupted)…cheryl is on her way…chatted with john the drunk…now i’m his “best friend”…bummed a cigarette from a dude who works at citibank and is studying for the series 66…
now it’s noon…i need to meet up with cheryl and eat lunch…i haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon (2 monster energy drinks / 2 egg mcmuffins / 2 big bags of potato chips (doritos cool ranch + saltnvinegar))…looking forward to more nasty shits…i’m still working out the “dopeland” storyline…the voice felt decent last night (although the cigarette smoking doesn’t help matters)…i’m healing (slowly but surely)…john the drunk insists that i will have a scar on my chin…oh well…i need to clean up my act…where can i find a “registered rental”?…
i used to be a lunatic…
i’m not going to be able to start recording in earnest again until i have internet access (so i can see my chord charts and lyrics)…
i need to start video editing in earnest…
now that i have no internet access i may as well put together some quality promotional clips…
i need to report dorothy to the police tomorrow…
for now i may as well mooch booze and cigarettes off john the drunk…
time to take a shit…
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