at this point, i shrug.

and for the three of you who read this (and the cat):

HEAR THIS (you beatniks)!

i am rafe davis, proletariat, one of the toughs, a kosmos. i am nineteen and bohemian, coffee and women, junkyards and guitars, marijuana, art and leather jackets. streetlights guide me and sometimes when i'm down by the river the road and the lights seem to go on forever; my car has inertia and sometimes i don't think i can ever slow down from sixty-five - this stone could roll forever.

guess who's gonna go see the pixies sunday.





!

i'm 19. i'm going to graduate with my degree in english next year. and while admittedly i'm still a young 'un, i have to look forward. i do not want to raise my kids in a country this backwards. we are bent on consumption, obsessed with profit, and run by a bunch of facsistic theocratic authoritarianists. we have to work 50 hours a week just to make ends meet. my generation is not going to have any sort of social services by the time we hit retirement (which is now 75, if you didn't know). if i get sick, i'm knackered. no health insurance. the schools are an utter, utter failure. the economy is going downhill. we are in the largest depression since the 30s. we've lost more jobs in the last five years than in the great depression. this country has no future but death, destruction, and decay. we are fighting a war the world is opposed to, and there's a good chance that i and most of my peers will be drafted. there is no political freedom. this is not a democracy (it never was, anyway) and it doesn't look like it will ever be. we now have to speak our minds in "free speech zones."



it's a big shit, and i want out.


wow, that was negative.

i moved into the house in avondale with jared. productivity has shot through the roof. this is awesome.

amy and i are official now. i still miss nancy.

the new song (Twenty) is finished. got trashed and recorded the vocals last night in the kitchen. jared and i did harmonies for the backing vocals. good times. the chorus goes like this:

we could get in my car
drive away real far
we could even go to mexico
you've been burning in my heart like a fire on the freeway
we gotta get away gotta get away gotta go (Go go go, go go go)

it's total RAWK. i shall upload it soon.



last night after going to bed at 3:50 i woke to the sound of jody giving jared head. they were both kind of wasted.

the contents of our fridge: eggs, celery, ketchup, Jungle Juice, and a whole lot of beer.

this is the life.