Saturday, September 18, 2010

A short older guy who i've seen around town but never taken seriously shows up at my house unexpectedly with a retinue of grinning gangsters. They tell me they heard i move midlevel weight and they want to help me get into highlevel dealing. Its obviously a weird intimidation/extortion thing, but i don't tell them im not a dealer and i kinda play along with them when they talk about me paying them $800 for my first shipment. The short guy doesn't really address me, and a japanese guy with long curly hair enthusiastically does most of the talking. At one point he pulls out a little derringer, and when i glance at it he points it right at me. I flinch. He laughs and points it at my bed and pulls the trigger, and a tiny blast of white powder covers my green sheets. He explains its a military-made substance that will kill anybody who inhales it and that i ought to mop my bed thoroughly then put the sheets in the washer. I do my best to pretend like i believe him, wondering if its flour or clorox or what. One of the gangsters leaves the house and reappears at the second story window in my bedroom, leaving a note on the sill, then climbing a sketchy tree branch back down. They all leave and i get the note then lock the window. The note is written in awful handwriting.

I drive a car through crowded city streets. Its raining. My windows are up. At every stop light, some dismal looking person tries to get me to roll down the window and they all derisively call me " tough guy" when i don't.

Friday, July 2, 2010

I'm playing a set at this large version of America that kind of seems situated just north of where I used to live in Pilsen. There's a huge room with a concrete trench full of shallow water in the middle of it, and my set somehow clears the room. With the laptop still running I go outside to see everyone smoking in a little lot between two garages, and I get a smoke from Creature who hugs me and begins to explain that she stepped out for a smoke and everyone else in the room followed, but as she's telling me this I see a narrow beam of light shoot out of the far garage and hear the sounds of cops putting handcuffs on someone. As soon as I see a bulky uniform appear I grab Creature's hand and we run.

Friday, June 4, 2010

A show in a fabulous apartment complex, where all the apartments are on the first floor and linked by little patios which in turn give way to cobbled paths around tiny gardens. There are multiple sliding-glass doors which open out onto the patios in every apartment, but no windows at all above the first floor that are bigger than little slits, and the building looms large with smooth, undecorated concrete. It feels like a swank prison that people would voluntarily enter. Everyone around is in a great mood. I am, too, even though I keep pulling tiny stiff sharp wires from between my teeth. It's almost as if someone sewed my trap shut with a guitar string, weaving it in between my choppers, then snipped the string so I could open my mouth again. Also, I can jump at least 9 feet in the air and float down gracefully, so I do. I bounce around the twisting internal courtyard of this building until I finally find a set of short, fat Classical-looking columns that seem to open up into whatever exists outside of this building. Policemen shine flashlights in my direction from out there, and talk to one another in serious tones. I bounce back towards the show. Also, I saw Waz try to kiss Lexie and succeed.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

At a college. I enter a building that has about five feet of water on the floor. There are some inflatable rafts around, I float on one and a girl I know floats on another one and Melvyn has one, too. Later, we leave and go to a different building where we have to wait in a line to strap on a little harness attached to a small indoor crane that then lifts you up over a railing to the second floor.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

I found a silver dollar in my room and couldn't remember where it came from. Later, IRL, a girl at Spro who invited me to share her table (it was full up) paid with a silver dollar.