Otis -25 maiden lane

theOtis-25 maiden lane


So last night the bartender i know as michael started to crack down on the scene and chris jefferies of "fantastic plastic lover", grabbing 10% of the bar, stated we had all been booted. Music commensed on the street as a gentlemen who associates with One Taste bought me a beer inside. i started to rant about life in philosophical drunken true form while also trying to find out what had happened to the tuesday night Otis festivities.

With many girl with wide eyes and even wider smiles enjoying the night, i had seen alot of progression. ofcourse eugenie of "polyphonic monk" stopped by and i think he is becoming a bad omen. anyways, he made sure to try and embarass me a few times, in normal eugenie fashion, yet i still have fun outa messing with because of such and can still make him smile for a five minute count.

So i came outside because i wanted to see what was going .. I find that michael really doesnt know what is going on completely, but that the place was all of a sudden too out of hand for him. Rasta pasta, whom adorns her past lover "stinky Pete", started the onslaught by having me ask for a corkscrew. this blew michael sky high, yelling no outside beverages, apparently a past problem. this had been going on before Pete left. Problem is, some artist really dont have a trust fund etc. and cant afford to support themselves while staying on the balancing wire of sanity, so they cut corners with their buzz etc. as often as possible. Still two dollar drinks is pretty affordable by most people blessed with a weekly paycheck at a job that doesnt go down hill as quick as a "black balled" free mason. After i solve what i see as the problem by making sure she drinks her bottle of wine outside away from the place and i pry her legs from my waist for the third time, ok "pry" is a little exaggeration for affect-ion, we walk back to 25 maiden lane "previously the peacock lounge" after sharing said wine with four other young ladies. "nutarah" is performing and ofcourse the jugtown pirates crew and others have already performed so are ready to walk the blank for the night anyway. I love Nutarah and there are still a bunch of people listening and holding out for more Tuesday Otis music while i am hearing more about the "crack down towards legitimacy". most of the beach crews (ocean, north whatever) as i said were ready to go back and get waterlogged and Chris jeffries says we now ALL got to go.

now this story is a rant and a rave people, it switching time signature like a pulp fiction, so use your head. I feel better doing a diary of sort of my wasted life. So as i was saying before stepping back in time for explanation, i walk out of the Otis and Chris looks up like he saw a ghost, like he was shocked i was in there the whole time and had been taking his job. I however rocky our relationship has turned, still am a honorable person who gives Mr fantastic plastic lover the benefit of hope. notice i didnt say benefit of the doubt genius. hope for the future, cause i have seen the kid be really good and shine with a smile that life might be worth living. besides, me apparently being damned already by what i always thought would obviously be the actual damned, i cant hold everyone responsible for their moods and opinions being corrupted from time to time when they almost always come back to the gentlemens smile mentioned before.

At this point i just felt like being away from all this outside, felt like a bunch of my life if not all is fake, and didnt even perform some music outside with the 25 maiden alley Kats. i left after audrey, formerly known as "rasta pasta" and shay known as "shay stadium to her closest friends" rattled my cage a bit.

can someone help me find a young lady who has money, not because i need money, i get by, but because i dont want her to be sweating the fact i am apparently damned and "black balled" like a free mason, therefore poor monetarily. One who especially is not jealous and will adore me atleast a little, vegetarian or vegan and gloriously attractive would help. i seem to be falling from strength to search any longer for myself amongst sabotage deceit jealousy and therefore my admittedly merely questioned balance of sanity in a world where hidden insanity seems the new worth.

truly,

-jairid

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