Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Johnny Rumble:
Back On The Bottle

Oh yes. It's true. I quit trying to quit. A quit quitter.

But the time away from the demon drink has found me in a new train of thought about it. Where I didn't used to care about how drunk I'd get, or even where, I know look upon alcohol as an occational dose of relief from a stressful week, or the treat from doing such a good job on whatever it is that I did I good job on.

But I'd like to take a side trip down memory lane right now. And don't worry, we arn't going that far back.

This past week has been a very, very odd week for me. Starting on Wednesday, a evangelist showed up to the campus and started on the typical "God loves you so much that you're going to hell" Christian philosophy of love arguments and preaching. I learned that I was a sinner and that I was going to hell. I then learned that God does not forgive or forget the sins of men and women, and we ALL will have to atone and face judgement. I then learned that this particular Christian is a former crack dealer and gang banger. I made note of his statements, turned the tables, and he ignored me for the rest of the two hours I stood there heckling him and his "God's love" hate speech.

Then I got molested and groped twice by a woman that I don't know, and have never met in life. Don't ask, because I don't know.

Thursday night was debauchery night. Total debauchery. I got groped again by the same woman and finally learned her name. I then went to Homedown Buffet and had a deep and meaningful conversation with my friends about the differences between "cornbread" and "carn-bread." True southern cornbread with a true southern accent. Chuck in Guys and Dolls Poolhall and some Heineken Dark, and I was buzzing for the rest of night singing what I hoped was intune with the jukebox in the corner. We decided that this will become a weekly ritual.

Friday was Snookers (another pool hall) night, and I really got plastered. Balls to the wall, face in the mud, and down for the count plastered. That hang-over was the very first one I've ever had, and even then it went away after the first 30 minutes of the day. Which was afternoon.

Repeat Friday for Sunday night, this time back at Guys and Dolls, and you can imagine that my liver and kidneys are ready to call thier lawyer and request a divorce.

Sad thing is, I still have beer in the house that dosen't belong to me.

That Guy,

Johnny Rumble

Monday, October 13, 2008

Ya know what?

Yeah I know, I can't write..well not true, I know what I want to say, the plan rather. Actually writing the damn thing down is harder then it seems. So yeah, on that note, more for you to ponder.

Talk too much,
Always running in a rush.

You never know
What's going on.

So Open up those eyelids
Clean out your ears.

All those lies build up
We've got to break them down.

friends are all around
Feeling down?
Stop staring at the ground!

Erm so yeah heres another one...

Your just another obnoxious kid
With fucked up prioities
Look at you
Yell, scream and shout.
Yell, scream and shout.

The bullshit goes around
Everyone falls down.
Puking all night
Do you have control?

Running around
Around all hours.
Plaster that grin
All over your face.
Your still in the old rat race.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Johnny Rumble:
Acting As An Actor

"He's such a smart person.  He just needs to act like it."

The above words were uttered about me from a 17 year old girl to her mother after I spent an evening with that family.  They could never ring truer or make me smirk bigger than previously possible.

Well, except for that one time.  But I don't talk about that.

I've always been one to see the world as a grand stage and all the people in as the other actors and actresses or audience members.  Ever since I read To Kill A Mockingbird and became enamored with Dolphus Raymond, I have taken a direct view of keeping my thinking patterns and processes capped underneath a freewheeling, foul-mouthed and straight talking idiot.  I always revert to this character when confronted with a large group of people, and it keeps the expectations of me keep to a low enough threshold that I can continue to do what I love to do.  Observe.  Comprehend.  Understand.

In big group discussions, I don't necessarily have to join in anymore, or create flaming controveresy among the crowd.  I get to watch the converstion float from topic to topic, day to day, month to month, and birthday to birthday.  Keeping my radical and sometimes inflammitory views to myself allows those around me to feel more comfortable.  Like, maybe he's just, you know, like, one of us. 

Acting Out,

Johnny Rumble

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Johnny Rumble:
This is Your Brain on College

My college carrer has never been one of glorious grades, or awesome clubs, or even wild out-of-control parties.  I've always kept to myself, and distanced my desk away from others.  I continue to watch and learn, try to understand, and ultimatly either fail or succeed at whatever I'm studing at the time.

Presently, this focus has been "others."  Outsiders, if you will.

Those people that fall into catagories that may or may not exist, but are somehow shunned by society due to thier physical apperance, thier ideas and thoughts, or just the way they walk and talk.  I'm amazed at how society has negelected these others, when it should be the other way around.  Watching, listening and talking with The Others has provided a great amount of insight into how the world really functions, and why toilets flush counter-clockwise in Australia.  These Others are brilliant masters at thinking and analysing the situations around them.

Eccentrics are also Others.  At least, the really odd ball eccentrics.  Militants enviromentalists fall into this catagory.  But I'm not going to talk about them.  I like my house too much to see it burned.  But those eccentrics that have the insane ability to make thier own clothes from scratch, and make them look as good, or better, than the store bought versions.  I especcially love the eccentrics that are eccentric at many different things.  Interior decoration and design, automotive engineering, fashion, art, scale modeling...imagine an Other that became not only knowledgeable, but skilled in all these areas of study!  How fabulous it would be to both observe and talk to this Other!

Unfortunatly, I'm in college, and as such, I have the displeasure of watching an entire groups of Others become reshaped into something more marketable and professional.  Certainly, there are few that can make it through and get degrees and go on to have excellent carrers doing exactly what they desire to in life, but how many peoples dreams and eccentricites are lost in the pursuit of a degree that will only tell a potential employer five, ten, fiveteen years down the road that the person is "trainable."

I'm starting to view the world, not a place to let dreams fly wild, where innovations superceed staid works, but as a 9-5 heartache, with all the lovely bits stored in a garage in the suburbs, waiting, like little children, to awaken and become different and engaging once again.


Johnny Rumble