her eyebrows were waxed so thin they looked like varicose veins and the blue "CRYSTAL" glued to her forehead wasn't fooling anyone; when we first walked in it was all cordial: "oh HELLO! how're you? I'm Patchulie" or whatever her name was...and gradually, as she drank more and the grease from the french fries congealed on her face--the TRUE Hempina came out (whatever her name was).
i got the first hint of it when she told me she was a "shaman" and that she "Wasnt like the other witches" who, APPARENTLY, sacrifice small animals to their gods--she on the otherhand just sacrifices fashion sense.
she's a mother of two and all she wants is "to get [her] babies back" so that she can fufill her destiny and "get the FUUUUUCK out of town."
even later she started talking about god, jesus, the other gods---and THOSE black people. not THESE blackpeople, or black people---but THOSE--the blackpeople on the other side of the room....this is all following her request to aaron to "not say that" after he let a "goddamn" slip out and offended her sensibilities...
the best part of the night was before all of this, when were still at 3338 austin bluffs--aka "on the rocks" a seedy bar on any night--but on this night a seedy..KARAOKE bar...
what a ragged little bunch of customers it had too--there were the 5 highschool dropouts playing pool, the 6 men who were far too old to not have somewhere better to be, and the 2 sluts dancing together (chubby and her best friend breasty). Add cowboy hats and black denim jeans and you have "on the rocks."
the bulk of the songs were country and i'd never heard them--but as the night wore on *it didnt really WEAR that much though--apparently bars close at 1...and the liquer stores at 12--what kind of state IS THIS?!?!* their true, gayer, colors emerged: we had a little NKOTB (or New Kids On The Block for the uninitiated), a little lionel richie....
that was my favorite moment actually--when my head snapped up at those first cheesy cords, visions of blind women and their bad sculpted lionel heads dancing in my head, and there..before me---an asian man with a cowboy hat--singing as if his wife were right there, in front of him...going down on him....
and, in the midst of shaking my head and saying--is this real?--I saw the scooby doo doll hanging from the ceiling above me..and i realized---"yes matthew this is all real--this is what they call--the midwest."
i got the first hint of it when she told me she was a "shaman" and that she "Wasnt like the other witches" who, APPARENTLY, sacrifice small animals to their gods--she on the otherhand just sacrifices fashion sense.
she's a mother of two and all she wants is "to get [her] babies back" so that she can fufill her destiny and "get the FUUUUUCK out of town."
even later she started talking about god, jesus, the other gods---and THOSE black people. not THESE blackpeople, or black people---but THOSE--the blackpeople on the other side of the room....this is all following her request to aaron to "not say that" after he let a "goddamn" slip out and offended her sensibilities...
the best part of the night was before all of this, when were still at 3338 austin bluffs--aka "on the rocks" a seedy bar on any night--but on this night a seedy..KARAOKE bar...
what a ragged little bunch of customers it had too--there were the 5 highschool dropouts playing pool, the 6 men who were far too old to not have somewhere better to be, and the 2 sluts dancing together (chubby and her best friend breasty). Add cowboy hats and black denim jeans and you have "on the rocks."
the bulk of the songs were country and i'd never heard them--but as the night wore on *it didnt really WEAR that much though--apparently bars close at 1...and the liquer stores at 12--what kind of state IS THIS?!?!* their true, gayer, colors emerged: we had a little NKOTB (or New Kids On The Block for the uninitiated), a little lionel richie....
that was my favorite moment actually--when my head snapped up at those first cheesy cords, visions of blind women and their bad sculpted lionel heads dancing in my head, and there..before me---an asian man with a cowboy hat--singing as if his wife were right there, in front of him...going down on him....
and, in the midst of shaking my head and saying--is this real?--I saw the scooby doo doll hanging from the ceiling above me..and i realized---"yes matthew this is all real--this is what they call--the midwest."
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