Andrew-vs-Books

I engaged in a political discussion with my parents over dinner (we never do this).

I ate a pork tenderloin.

My friend picked me up.

We went to his house and I peed there and ate a few rectangular slices of pizza.

I have two poems at metazen.

We got on a train and drank on it.

We went to a large bar full of people I didn't know. I made eye contact with some of them.

I sat alone and drank and tweeted while my friends congregated in a crowded area.

Here are the slightly edited tweets. They are better when read together like this, I think.

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When you high five the bartender (and the bartender high fives you too)

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When the bartender hates you (and you hate the bartender too)

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When you sit by yourself and tweet (and the waitress ignores you)

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When frat guys collide

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When frat guys listen to michael jackson

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When you burp out of boredom

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When your throw up has an audience

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When brett favre moves his arm

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When you burp up dough

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When motion is captured

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When laughter is sold

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When shaking happens

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When screaming displaces

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When freezing gets buried

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When your butt is stupid ((and you think it's stupid) and everyone else thinks it's stupid too)

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When you teach me how to dougie

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When you tweet about something you don't care about (but by tweeting about it demonstrate your care for it)

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When your tweet about brett favre generates a response

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When you're shaking uncontrollably due to cold (and other things)

Then I went to another bar with another friend.

We took a cab home and I was the last person to be dropped off but I didn't have any cash and the cab didn't take cards so we went to an ATM and I got money. When we got back to my house I saw that the meter was turned off so I didn't know how much to pay him. We started yelling at each other and I got out of the cab and the cab driver got out of the cab and we were yelling at each other a lot in front of my house. We pushed each other some too. Then the cab driver grabbed the money from my hand and tried to drive away. I stood in front of the cab and told him to run me over, feeling ok if that's what he chose to do. Then my dad came out of the house and was calm and the police arrived. I stood in the street with my dad while the police talked to me and then talked to cab driver. After maybe 30 minutes a policeman walked over to me and handed me two 5 dollar bills and said I could go. It was one of the happiest moments of my life. I went inside and made my family watch my favorite youtube videos with me while trying to explain their relevance.

I'll be blogging for HTMLGiant some now too. If you guys have any ideas, shout them out.

¶ Saturday, December 25, 2010

Comments:

"Chichagof" a film by Volcom Skate, 2005

# posted by

david fishkind : December 25, 2010 6:29 AM

When your twitter client is undergoing technical maintenance

# posted by

david fishkind : December 25, 2010 6:29 AM

in a car drive from westborough, ma to stonington, ct, i told my father he was projecting his worldview onto me and it was the most offensive and destructive thing he could ever do regarding his insistence that i feel a natural human connectedness to all peoples and tragedies of the world, using 9/11 as a reference point.

# posted by

david fishkind : December 25, 2010 6:30 AM

those might be your tightest poems yet, Andrew

# posted by

Jerimee : December 27, 2010 9:27 AM

when the matrix gets reloaded

# posted by

Andrew James Weatherhead : December 27, 2010 9:46 PM

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