The Fourth of July party was like flying in the new dirigible designed by Jean-Marie Massaud… a luxury hotel in the shape of a large whale floating through the sky at 80 MPH. It was very chilled out yet it went quick. I’d love to write up my full thoughts on the day, however, I cannot overcome feeling bummed out over the loss of my camera and therefore all my photos. After my second plate of food, I left it on the grass with my sunglasses and I went to get a soda. When I came back, GONE.
The lesson here is you can look, but don’t touch. I’m gonna have to cue up a “Stripes” quote to deal with you camera-thieving / -moving assholes… “Psycho: The name’s Francis Sawyer, but everybody calls me Psycho. Any of you guys call me Francis, and I’ll kill you. Leon: Ooooooh. Psycho: You just made the list, buddy. Also, I don’t like no one touching my stuff. So just keep your meat-hooks off. If I catch any of you guys in my stuff, I’ll kill you. And I don’t like nobody touching me. Any of you homos touch me, and I’ll kill you. Sergeant Hulka: Lighten up, Francis.
I’m going to get some sleep and lighten up. The camera thing, obviously, is just killing me. I can only hope I get that phone call in the morning, or its returned to me tomorrow at work, so I can share the pictures of the fantastic dangers that we all managed to live through… including but not limited to Ace out on the rock amidst stormy waters, lots of people eating, the strobe lights and stripper poles in the Party Ride, Eric the Viking as the Statue of Liberty and, “How long has Bob been gone with the machete?”
Before I go into a fitful sleep where I will be Mel Gibson angrily ranting, “You kill him, you kill yourself, you motherfucker! GIVE ME BACK MY SON!” and by son, meaning camera, and by kill, meaning erasing my pictures. Instead of imagining more of that, I will end on a mellow note with Mr. Massaud’s tranquil inspiration for the whale shaped blimp hotel: “The large whales made a choice in evolution to live in harmony with their environment,” he said. “They are symbols of life in harmony with nature.”
Redonk that the bastard world stole your camera! That is terrible. I hope for the sake of the thief and your own sake that it is returned quickly.
Stay strong as a big whale 3rdarm!
Did they give it back Mr. Cat? By “they” I mean the cruel universe in which things come apart.
I started reading a fiction novel that someone gave me; it turns out to be gay-lit. I will give it to you; maybe it will make you feel better.