pitt came into town last nite many stupid things happened, one thing we were at embassy and outside and this group of people go by and they’re shoving each other in the slush and i jokingly say snowball fight and they laugh and then chuck a huge boulder of snow at us so fil and pitt go to throw snow at them they both miss then i try and do it with a cigarette and a bottle of corona in my hand i trip over nothing then fall backwards into the wall/corner of the patio into my spine and then fall hard on my ass, my left cheek, and it is killing right now i need one of those hemorrhoid donuts i am a reject. fil asked why i fell he thought i slipped on ice. i didn’t. i think someone put alcohol in all three thousand of my drinks last nite.

i was talking to the embassy guy about having my art hung there and he said email me i’m like cool then a half hour later i am fighting with him on behalf of genius pitt who decides to buy everyone at the bar a drink and got fucked over as in overpaid but not everyone got a drink. i wonder if that guy will remember me BEFORE i turned into slurLOR. oh and i was talking really loud about djs in front of the djs kind of dissing them to make pitt feel better cos they wouldn’t play his song, turns out he didn’t even request a song so i’m like sorry i was talking loud about you and the girl is like i didn’t even hear you and i go oh well my friend is a fucking retard or something basically blaming everything i don’t know what on pitt and then he requested a bunch of irish music buys them drinks that they get free anyway then dances sings and screams until the bar is closed and everyone is annoyed at us and he tried to dance around the girl bartender and she was not cool with it i said sorry when we left in a I AM NOT SORRY kind of way and she goes YEAH! and made a bitchy face. she at least ponied up an extra beer when the owner was too tired of my talking and went outside to smoke.

i got a free bushmill’s at the loose moose cos i said i wanted to fucking kill myself cos overtime went into shootout must file that away for later.

the spin jockey at the LM asked what my name was i said raymi he goes oh uh how do you spell that it’s interesting i say r-a-y-m-i he goes oh what is that? i say uh indian, you know, native. he goes as opposed to east like he is a fucking comedian. raymi is actually south american but i didn’t want to start speaking spanish incan or aztec whatever so much for dazzling the common folk with my going out on the town name.