Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.
I’m feeling kinda sad and depressed, mostly about this Norway thing. Jim never did call to let me know if he took care of his passport — I talked to Rian Murphy today and he bugged me HARD to get that taken care of. To just find somebody who can go with me… but I already asked Jim and I need to find out before I take away the offer! Of course I could ask Ryan Hembrey, or just about anybody else, but I want to do the right thing. I feel pretty despondent about this. I even left yet another message for him today, asking him to call and let me know if he’d gotten that taken care of, but I never heard back. He’s probably doing a show, or doing sound at the Hideout or something. I sure wish he were easier to get ahold of!!
I know, I sound so whiney in this journal. You have to realize that the only things I really want to talk about here are the things I can’t talk about in my day-to-day life. That’s the whole point of a journal right? So, I don’t use this thing very much to talk about what I do every day. I just talk about what’s bugging me, whatever my heart wants me to talk about, that’s all.
Anyway, Rian is about to leave town for a few weeks, he’s going to be doing some driving on another Drag City tour, I forget which. So he wants me to let him know on Monday whether or not I want to go to Norway for Dec. 13th. He’s going to tell the Norwegians to speak to Mike Hoff in his absence, and Mike will take care of any arrangments that need to be made. So one way or another, I’m going to find somebody to go with me, probably sooner than later…!!
Speaking of somebody who’s hard to get ahold of, I’ve been out of weed for the past few days but my Friend’s been unavailable. I talked to him yesterday and he said he was waiting for a phone call from HIS friend, and that he expected today (or rather Friday) would be the day, but I guess it wasn’t to be… I left THREE messages and never heard back from him. I wouldn’t have bugged him so much except I was doing the ol’ switcheroo between the home and cell phones, while John and I went to have dinner at Abril, my very favorite Mexican restaurant in town. That was fun! We both had margaritas, I had my usual mole enchiladas.
That’s probably another reason why I’m mopey right now, because I have no weed. That’s always the worst, when you’re jonesin’ and there’s nothing to smoke but cigarettes. I just hope everything’s okay… it’s not like my Friend to not be ready for me whenever I call. I keep feeling a little worried that maybe pot will be harder to come by in the months ahead, because of all the extra surveillance due to terrorists (domestic and foreign). You know those people who grow the pot have brown skin and all! It’s weird because when I lived in Texas, the dry spell was the yearly summer ritual. After I moved to New York, and then to Chicago, I never heard talk of a dry spell, so maybe it was just an Austin phenomenon. Maybe the dealers didn’t want to go to such efforts when all the university kids were out of school.