i heart chuck palahniuk - drugs edition

My non-gay love affair with Chuck Palahniuk is no secret here on TGOC (see here & here).  One thing I enjoy about his work is how I can read it again and again - in bits and pieces.  My “holy trinity” of his (Fight Club, Survivor, Choke) are so good I can flip them open to any page, start reading from there, and thoroughly enjoy myself.  A rainy summer’s night on the patio at Park Tavern, beer in one hand, Survivor in the other?  Found me rediscovering a typically brilliant Palahniuk-ism: Read more

adventures in underage drunking

With the coming BoozePocalypse (mi amore’s 21st birthday) less than two weeks away;  a sweet revelation that would have come in handy 6-9 months ago.  As mentioned here, we’ve done pretty well dealing with her status as a minor when it comes to all things imbibe-o-riffic.  One small hiccup in our system?  Those times it’s after midnight (when liquor stores close) and we’re still thirsty.  In the past we’d have to suck it up and slumber sober.  Fuck that. Read more

watch for the signs (coming soon)

Digital Photo
Cash’s coffee table
6.1.2010

dispatch from moab

One of my favorite scenes in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is the chaotic, sand blasted insanity of the motor cross rally.  Its intensity can’t be overstated.  A recent text message from one of my best friends (on his annual pilgrimage to Moab, Utah) seems to share a similar vibe:

CASH: how’s moab?

DJ: Bad ass.  Hot.  Windy.  Stoned.  Just puked from bronchitis coughing fit.

I’ll take this to mean; “And a good time was had by all…”

You’re a trooper, DJ.

Hunter would be proud.

Cash sure is.

overheard conversations in which i may or may not have been involved

GIRL: I just saw it.  It’s by your coke book.

GUY: My cookbook?!?

GIRL: Your coke book.  I said coke book.

GUY: Ahh.  That makes more sense.

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the best feeling on earth

(Isn’t an orgasm.)  Well, those are good too.  Still, the rush of walking into a crowded bar, noticing a lot of eyes on you, sitting down at the last stool available, cracking your book open.. and then? Read more

if you have to ask

random text that may or may not have been to me: “You want adi or not?”

Omfg.

Just reading it.  Thinkin it.  Saying it.

Makes me laugh and laugh.  And then cry.  A little.  Single tear.

What do you think?  Really.  Have we met?

cashcabulary - “nve”

To my ever increasing canon of Cash Speak, let me add an important acronym.  “NVE”.  This is one to remember.  When you’re having a shitty day.  Week.  Moment.  It’s something I’ve been using to instantly snap myself out of assorted funks, dour moods and malaise of almost any kind.

What’s it stand for?
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true romance: it’s not the thought that counts

Even in Cash Life, things don’t always go according to plan.  This can happen in a variety of ways, but the most surprising is in the realm of romance.  When I plan a date or activity for my marvelous girlfriend, I leave nothing to chance.  Ideas come weeks, sometimes months in advance, giving me plenty of time to get everything ready.  Still, there are occasions where something falls through.  Usually at the last second.  Sometimes, these are big things.  The coolest part of an evening.  The perfect item to compliment the experience.  A store being out of something they’ve had in stock all week (fuck you, Walgreens).

How do I respond?   Read more

sign o’ the times - weed edition

Denver is fast becoming the “Mile Higher City” as medical marijuana “dispensaries” open at an almost superhuman rate.  The gold rush of the 1800’s has transitioned into the “green rush” of 2010.  One of my favorite downtown diners, “Sams #3 Restaurant”,  wasted no time adapting their advertising accordingly.

Puff, puff, pass.

(The chili cheese dogs.)

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