The Candid and the Contrived, Gfx, Going to far, Pirates of the Caribbean depression, Post-it notes for life, 2 pounds for a dollar, Stella.

It is a beautiful afternoon. I have the strange foreboding that days like these are numbered in the autumn annual for fairness and equality of distribution. This might be our only one.

Fear and Loathing everywhere last night. Fear and Loathing at the French House. Fear and Loathing in Keeney. Fear and Loathing at the Avon with a hint of acid-freaks in the front and a bottle of rum and coke in a Newbury Comics nalgene near the back.

Thayer Street is decadent and deprived.

I had strange experiences last night. I fell in love. And I didn't know her name.

Twilight cliches will not excuse my night of impropriety for the singular sensation of being lovestruck. I have been in love before, and this, in comparison, was tepid. Nevertheless, the warming sensation in my body when I saw her, the uncanny inability to speak when I hugged her. My sudden seizing up, my instaneous lack of witticisms, my tongue hardening up-- it was all new and unexpectedly paralyzing.

A few flashes of time and space later, and I was at the Avon for a midnight movie. It was hot. I was drunk and tired. I was hungry. I got up suddenly and made my way over to the concession stand.

The fuckers at the snack bar said the concessions were closed. I started waving a 20 and demanding popcorn. They told me again that the vending of movie concessions was over.

I asked where I could find a bathroom. They laughed and shoed me away. I went back into the theater and thought about peeing on the wall. Fuck these people I thought. Screw these goddamn independent film-I'm-too-cool-for-you concession nazis.

At that very moment, I spied a sign on the staircase somewhere near the left side of the theater. It looked like it had been made of bakelite sometime during the height of the art noveau movement. "Rest Rooms" with an arrow going up the stairs. I was halfway there.

I went up the film noir staircase at a hop. Suddenly, halfway up the stairs, I stopped. There were lights flashing behind me. They caught me. I could make a run for it or give myself up. I decided on the later and turned around to expose myself to their guns and ammo, germs and steel.

It was an old vaudevillian theater sign with lights running a set pattern around the prephierary, and the words "AVON THEATER" written in some sort of classic italicized script. I smiled and continued upstairs, around the corner, into the men's bathroom.

It was loud as all hell in there. There was a speaker hidden behind a door, and I could find it. It was somewhere in the ceiling like a big electric snake in the sky.
"Pretty we would both be completely twisted" it whispered, "but there was no going back, (back, back, back on echo), WE WOULD HAVE TO RIDE OUT."

I went over to the urinal. It was one of those classic six foot solid cast numbers that dropped all the way into the floor like some sort of well.

I came out of the bathroom, there was a candy machine that had not been there before. It was one of those old cigarrette vending machines with the rods. I dropped in 50 cents and pulled on letter e, two mini-toberlones dropped into the tray and I released the device.

I put another 50 cents in. I pulled on letter e, it refused to budge. I pulled the other rods to make sure they worked. letter b worked fine. Two York peppermints dropped into the tray and I stashed them away.

I was out of quarters now. I went back down stairs adn slivered down the row until Io got to where Joy was sitting. I handed her a York peppermint and threw one at Evan. he flipped out, and began screaming I hushed him and went back to watching the film.

We were twisted, but no one cared. I was pretty sure that soemday, in someway, I would be watching a film made by one of us, and with any luck, I would be even more thrashed then I was on that night.