447> unpacking red-flagged strip files in the ununited nonstate of Amerika | |
26 Aug 2015 > dear Inurnet — 1° morning in our new digs in The District – officially stateless now — yesturday woke up 4 am – in our emptied roost in Manhattanville – slept on yoga mat on the floor — elevatored (18 + 4) down to the parking garage – 1° x ever we used it — to our rented mini-van that the day 29 Aug > still unpacking — taking the opportunity to oregonize our books — not alphabetickly ± anything — went + saw Screaming Females last nite @ Rock n Roll Hotel – not too far from here on H street – janky gentrified bar scene — homeless blacks on the streets + white hipsters inside the bars — district version of «hipster» anyway – more conservative but refreshing normalization after the ridiculousness of Bklyn – tho the dichotomy of gentrification seems worse here (black = poor + white = rich) – hard to stomick + the restraunts on H more about drinking than eating – growing pains in the gut – adjusting to mediocre food + service – tho had peruvian not ½-bad – the opening band GIVE pretty good – amphetamine-fueled jockish white dudes in gym shorts channeling the ghosts of Black Flag — the 2° band Vacation sucked – young kids from Ohio sounded like Green Day — but Screaming Females rocked — she stood in front of us during opening bands – smiled + nodded @ us unassumingly — if u saw her on the street u never wd imagine her transformation once she gets ax in hand — little bundle of fury – screaming baboon mouth open wide enuff to swallow the mic – while little fingers fly all over the frets – solid + tight — + ppl here actually watch shows w/ live eyes sted of thru iPhones held up in the air blocking the vu > we befriended the bouncer Bop who not only let us stand backstage but told us where to get best mussels + crabs in DC + the best bive dars — tho he had such a thick southern drawl we cood knot understand ½ of wat he sed — the nite 1 Sept> back to sleeping on right side (so face down our right arms hangs off side of bed) – sew can log dreams in darkness as they come — last nite we = «clearing out of sum house when we noticed a hidden hatch leading into a basement — we opened it up + saw stacks of shoeboxes below us — we couldnt quite reach them so we got our Ethiopian shepherds cane + when we started to try to open the boxes w/ the cane we saw a large snake w/ alternating bands of red + white + black – we tried to remember wat combination the coral snake has – how the saying went (to differentiate it from the nonvenomous king ± milk snake) [now that we awake we member «red on yellow will kill a fellow»] — but ended up the this snake = ridiculous massive (like the girth of a horse + ~100 feet long – so obviously an anaconda — it got loose from the basement + every1 freaked out – but it seemed harmless – didnt bite when it had the chance» — — later in the nite we = «hanging out on some dock on a river — sum ppl left sum fishing poles out + 1 of them had a bite + we yelled to find the owner but no 1 claimed it so we grabbed it + started reeling it in — the fish put up a good fight + we had to let it run w/ sum line — looking thru the dark surface we noticed the river > last nite ate @ Cava Mezze – nite > our new ground floor digs – a workspace in progress — stepping back for the bigger pic of our living room where we now live: |
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