During the period of time that I was listening to "Get In The Van," I went to Chicago. While strolling through the Wicker Park area, I went into Myopic and they had the book of "Get In The Van." I didn't buy it but I looked through it briefly. I'm not sure if it said it or not, but I think it said something about Greg Ginn telling him that he should keep a journal.
The reason I'm not sure if it said that there or not is because I had a dream shortly after that I was hanging out with Black Flag. In my dream it was in '83 or so. I went on tour with them, and it was right before we left where I think Henry might've told me about the journal thing. So I was really excited to go on tour because I've listened to this CD a bunch of times. So we're in Europe somewhere and I'm in the car with all of Black Flag and everyone is writing in their journals. I tried talking but wasn't allowed to, because they were all hard at work. It was a real let down.
Last night we went to Echo Park and hung out with Susie at a place called the Gold Room. Echo Park is an awesome neighborhood. It's the mexican/hipster area. The bar we met Susie at was a small bar and they had a mariachi band playing. We walked in and Susie was talking to a group of people. We stood somewhat behind her and a waitress wearing this netted top with disgustingly huge breasts and a short red skirt asked what we wanted. I ordered our drinks and she escorted us to a booth. On the way there, Susie noticed us and told us to come sit in their booths. The netted top and short red skirt thing seems to be their uniform at this bar.
But back to her taking our drink order. The mariachi band was performing to the table right next to us and she says, "Can I get you something?"
I ask Jeanne what she wants and as soon as she is about to tell me, the horn player starts playing his trumpet right in our faces. So the waitress again asks what we want and as soon as I try to tell her, the horn player bramps again. This goes on for about a minute. It's really awesome because this place is not that big of a place and you can barely hold a conversation with anyone without yelling at top volume. And I'm not complaining. I've never been to Echo Park before. It's a nice place. I can see why all the hipsters live there.
Susie's friends were all very nice. Especially the one who bought us drinks. Probably not because he knew us or talked to us at all that night, but because we were on the table Susie was at and he was going to buy drinks for her and just so happened there were six people at that table. Cheers! Her friends are apparently all musicians, designers, and all that jazz. One of Susie's friend who, at that point, was sitting right next to her said something to me and I couldn't hear what she said. I smiled and nodded at her. She kept looking at me like she was waiting for an answer. So I said, "What?" She said it again. Barely audible over the noise but I thought she said, "So, you know Susie?" I smiled and nodded again then continued to look around. I turned back to her direction and she was still looking at me with the same blank expression, so I said, "What?" She pulled in closer and said, "How long have you known Susie?"
"Oho! I don't know. A year?" Looking at Susie. She shakes her head. "Uh, Six months?" Susie nods.
I talked to this one guy who I immediately liked. His name is Shawn and he's an apprentice for this tattoo guy down in Anaheim Hills. He gets paid $150/hr as an apprentice and once he becomes a tattoo artist there, he'll get paid $300/hr. The place he works at isn't like a small tattoo place where people go to get "Mom" tattooed on them at. It's a place that people go to to get like a full-body tattoo. Or like a Dungeons & Dragons scene on their back (which he did do). He said once that this Mexican kid kept coming in and wanted an F-18 or something (it's this big Mexican gang name) tattoo on his head. He said they couldn't because he's 16. Then one day, this huge Mexican guy comes with him and he says, "This is my son. Give him a tattoo, or we're going to have a problem." He told him to hold on. He asked his boss and his boss looked out at this guy and said, "Do it. Do it for free."
Anyway, the thing about this guy that got us into conversation initially was because he mentioned something about skateboarding and we ended up talking for a while. It started out talking about Danny Way clearing the Great Wall of China. He said he was at that DC premiere. Then we started talking about Plan B and how we remembered Danny Way from H-Street days. Then about the Plan B team from the early-mid ninties and the New Deal team. Then about Rodney Mullen and how he used to do demos and be sponsored by Billabong or something.
Susie's friend Darryl is having a party tonight and we might go to it. Depending how we feel. I'm really looking forward to going, as we don't do much here and I really like going to new places and meeting new people.
I talked ot Susie for a bit about how Kaiser Permanente is surrounding the Hubbard Dianetics place. She said it happened to be that way, but I was kind of curious as to how a plot of land would be available right in the middle of the Kaiser industry there. Maybe down the street I could understand, but not there. She was telling me that she's going to a party today who the director from "But I'm a Cheerleader" is throwing. She said she hadn't seen that movie. I told her that it was a Don't-be-gay-anymore-camp movie and the main character found out she was gay by going there. And that one girl with the horned-rimmed glasses is hot.
Speaking of cheerleading, a while ago I thought I saw Joe Knapp walking down the street here. Last night at the gas station, I thought I saw Chris Harding.
I got an email at work that was a girl's response for a rate we're working on with her. My co-worker asked her to send her the name of the company and the price because we do price matching. She responded saying, "Why would I do that. To lose a good opportunity and reveal your competition. I search for the BEST rates..."
I could easily respond to this nicely and explain, but fuck her. This is what I responded with:
Because we do price matching. If they are a legally licensed company and the rate you say they quoted you is real, we will match it and give you a 5% discount on top of that.
We need to know what the rate is because then anyone can just call us and say, "Oh, this limo company said they would do it for $5 and hour." What proof do we have?
We are trying to help you, but if you don't want it, you can use the other company.
Thank you,
Brett
This is what I ended up sending. It took some revisions, but this is the final one. I had to tone it down a lot. I don't want to help anymore, so I should just send her the original one I had typed up. It basically said to fuck off and we don't want her business because she's so fucking stupid. I might end up doing that. As I type this blog up I'm getting more and more upset because I really want to email her and put more stuff like, "Yes we want to know our competition. Do you know what a fucking business is? If someone's cheaper than us, maybe we're overcharging and need to make more competitive prices...so fuck you, bitch! Don't think you're all fucking smart. I'll fucking drive a limo up your fucking ass, slut!"
Arghhhhh!!! I need to stop thinking about this or I'll send something bad...I can't wait for a reponse from her. She has waged war. She will rue the day she ever thought she was fucking clever.
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