From: mjd@saul.cis.upenn.edu ("[*] Angel of Legumes")
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Re: Road trip
Date: 7 Oct 92 23:04:52 GMT
Organization: Eaters of Wisdom
In-reply-to: ajd@itl.itd.umich.edu's message of 5 Oct 92 03:24:10 GMT

In article <1992Oct5.032410.2279@terminator.cc.umich.edu> ajd@itl.itd.umich.edu (Arthur Delano) writes:
>   mjd met me at the station,

Yeah, I like that station because it's so big and opulent.  The high
ceiling and the pigeons flying around inside and the stone and the way
the huge space distorts the muzak always makes me thing I'm in _Blade
Runner_.  

>   a student was waiting outside the door.  since the question was
>   about curses in c++ i let myself into the apartment while mjd
>   politely tried to tell the kid to fuck off.  he left after getting
>   half the answer he wanted,

    Uh-uh.  I told him a lot of big lies.  First I said, ``You know, I'm
off-duty now, and it really sucks to have people chasing me all over the
place asking question.  Couldn't you send email?'' But he said something
about how his assignment was due.  Then I said, ``Well, I am very angry,
and I will not talk to you now,'' but he begged and pleaded and
wheedled, and finally I said, ``You can make me stay here and answer
your questions, but I will tell you nothing but lies.''  I think he
thought I was joking.  Asshole.

>   rigler and mjd argued about who was going to pay for the rental car

    That's the part YOU heard.  The long tedious part before that was
Rigler telling me all the details about the hotel maids and hotel
receptionists and stewardesses and pedestrians and innocent bystanders
and people that he saw and thought about fucking but didn't fuck, and me
going ``Uh-huh.  Uh-huh.  Sure.  Oh, did she?  Uh-huh.''

>   he was in charge of procuring the car and food.  

    Boy, no kidding.  You had the munchies so bad that you ate that
really old Thai food that I brought back from Manu's Place two weeks
ago.  I always bring that stuff back and then forget about it.  I think
that thing about God protecting fools, drunkards, and Irishmen also
applies to people with the munchies who eat things they shouldn't.

    Whenever I eat hallucinogens, the book I've been reading most
recently informs the hallucinations I have.  I don't now if I mentioned
it or not, but I just finished reading _The Defeat of the Spanish
Armada_, by Garrett Mattingly.  Maybe that will help explain some of the
things I said or did.  Having a Sir Francis Drake beard again for the
first time in months certainly helped confuse me.

>   the food was denny's

    Get the fuck out of here.  We were at Betsy's, on Route 76.  You
kept babbling about how it was Denny's, and we kept trying to convince
you that it wasn't, but you wouldn't believe us.  I had scrapple and
rigler said it looked just like two-month-old dobie pads, I was having
those whatsits, the things that happen to you when you've taken a lot of
psychedelics and each little thing that happens carries you off into a
three-second hallucination.

>   the last thing i remember was melting the crystal meth over a candle
>   set up in the back seat.

    Yeah, it sure beat the piss out of those oral amphetamines I took
back in high school.  rigler gave me a hard time about them and wouldn't
give me any because I kept calling him `Carl' by mistake.  We got lost
but I managed to tell rigler how to get back to central Philadelphia,
and we parked the car by the post office and called University escort
service to take us back to my place because I knew we wouldn't be able
to navigate the detours and the one-way streets in West Philadelphia.

    By the time we got home I was completely gone, and my evil twin Seth
was in charge.  Maybe rigler can fill us in on what happened after that,
because he got started later than we did.  There was something about
mustard and something about some friend of Jon's who was over for the
weekend, but I can't remember what it was.  Except for sitting out on
the roof looking at the stars.  I remember that.  No matter what you're
doing, that's always the best part

    Thanks for letting me take my axe to Betsy's.  All I can say is,
it's a shame we couldn't get in touch with RichH.

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                And for to se, and eek for to be seye
Mark-Jason Dominus 	  			    mjd@central.cis.upenn.edu 
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