My OperaThe Gestapo.
Sunday, September 10, 2006 11:56:25 PM
Well, the party was not a success.
I awoke at 7am to a massive thunderstorm. Normally I would rejoice, make coffee,
and curl up on the couch like a happy little kitty cat.
But it was not welcome yesterday. It set the tone for a very uneventful day.
In the days leading up to the event, I noticed that my flyers were mysteriously dissapearing
from poles on Magazine St.
A week and a half ago, I got into a scuffle with the neighborhood association gestapo regarding permits, ect. for the BBQ. I told em' if I couldn't get permits, I wouldn't have any live music
so not to worry. I was still contacted by a police captain the very next morning after I sent them an email explaining that.
Fucking rich assholes....If they can't control you, they call the cops and make up shit.
I sent them a barrage of scathing emails.
Anyways, only a handful of people showed up. But you have to start somewhere. I'm extremely tired and shitty feeling so I'm out. The next few days will be dedicated to rest.
Peace.
I awoke at 7am to a massive thunderstorm. Normally I would rejoice, make coffee,
and curl up on the couch like a happy little kitty cat.
But it was not welcome yesterday. It set the tone for a very uneventful day.
In the days leading up to the event, I noticed that my flyers were mysteriously dissapearing
from poles on Magazine St.
A week and a half ago, I got into a scuffle with the neighborhood association gestapo regarding permits, ect. for the BBQ. I told em' if I couldn't get permits, I wouldn't have any live music
so not to worry. I was still contacted by a police captain the very next morning after I sent them an email explaining that.
Fucking rich assholes....If they can't control you, they call the cops and make up shit.
I sent them a barrage of scathing emails.
Anyways, only a handful of people showed up. But you have to start somewhere. I'm extremely tired and shitty feeling so I'm out. The next few days will be dedicated to rest.
Peace.
