Monday, November 14, 2011

Gabriel

Here's Oggy pondering his futile life, the only thing that keeps him sane is the guitar and clipper home performances. They worked me like a Greek Prostitute with no breaks for 6 hours and then cut a check that won't pay to replace the clothes he wrecked at the job. There was some drama that led to my early dismissal that I don't want to get into right now because it only reminds of how incompatible I am with humanity...not in that Vincent, "This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you" type way but more in that "Lock him up and throw away the key" type way. Let's just say that if there's a way to fuck it all up then I will find that way accidentally and everyone will shake their heads, Like trying to hide the used engine oil on the merchant marine ship instead of throwing it overboard. And really, the old bathrooms were completely fine and this was a huge waste of resources to replace totally functioning accessories and floors. Like we are some kind of Egyptian princes and princesses who have to be pampered as we shit? even if I took any pictures of the joint I wouldn't post them here. Go piss in their toilets if you want to look. Library Restaurant on State Street. downstairs bathroom. Feel like a Big Fucking Deal as you wipe your ass after your $25 hamburger.

Gabriel is a disk jockey at KDHX in St. Louis. Independent music plays here. He's got the best and most authentic rap I've ever heard from a DJ. He's not a man who will try to sell you something you don't need like a $10K tile bathroom. Bunch of bullshit. "Ain't one thing right in this world," says Gabriel during his shows. It makes me want to punch these fuckwad hosts who get paid to play Bohemian Rhapsody and sponsor tequila and play pranks. fuck them all for being cheap and disposable, like me.
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