the artist

so saturday night was pretty cool. went to jamaica's 25th birthday party with mikey who was unfortunately kinda feeling sick but came out anyways. drank like four margaritas and danced with jamaica's mom, susana, aka one of the coolest people ever, to do ya think i'm sexy, it was pretty rad. saw a few people from work, they were mostly pretty cool, so, it was fun, yeah. anyway, around midnight me and mikey hitched a cab back to the castro (or the disastro as i have now heard it called, haha). we hit the cafe first, were like this is ok, i guess, so then we were like, let's hit the sadlands, and we like walking there, and there in passing i saw the artist, this boy i keep seeing around everywhere, and i'm always like lets hang out or something, but it never happens. he blows me a kiss, i'm like that's all i get? he's like, yeah, for now, or something. badlands has a huge line, and we're like fuck that shit, so we up at the bar, drinking a beer, and there's the artist boy, and i'm like come over here and talk to me, but he's like smoking with some friends, i'm like, shit it looks like he's on a date, uh, that sucks. so we down our beers, and we're leaving and i work up the balls to go up to him from behind, from the outside sidewalk area, and i'm like hey, whatcha doing? well we're going to the cafe, and he's like, hmmm, ok i'll think about that, and i'm like, ok, well, hope to bump into you again soon. so now we're back at the cafe, and i'm like trying to use the bathroom, coming out, i run into some guy named alvin who seems really sweet who i guess i talked to once before, like probably the last time he came out, he said, cuz he never goes out, anyways, then edgar fucking shows up and who does he have in tow, oh nasty fat black guy with the toliet bowl mustache. so i'm like edgar, come here, i wanna talk to you for a second, but he's too much of a fucking pussy, so i go up to him i'm like what's up, and he's like, hi eriq! oh i lost my phone last night (good, so he didn't get my text message, thank god, now in hindsight) and i'm like, well that's not surprising, you're were fucking drunk as fuck. and i'm like, ya know, i got something i gotta say to you, and like nasty sleezy black guy is like kinda in my face, but in a non-threatening way, and i'm like hey dude, ya know what, i ain't got no personal problem with you, whatever your deal is with this kid, that's cool, that's fine, it's not my issue to get involved in that kind of shit. and he's just like, you need to understand, me and edgar go way way back, and edgar is everybody's lover. and i'm that's awesome, well ya know what edgar, you ain't ever gonna be my lover. you might end up a friend, but you will never ever be my lover. and i was like fuck this i'm off, diva, fuck y'all, so over it. and thank god i never hooked up with him, cuz mikey was sooo right, not only is he a total douche, but the boy is without a doubt COMMUNITY ASS. and i don't hit that shit, cuz i ain't trying to get no god damn vd. little bitch probably gots hiv, fucking hell.

so i'm back out in the center smoking area, just chillin, all of a sudden here's alvin again who never goes out, and he's like being really sweet, and i'm like how did the bathroom work out for you, and he's like, oh i never went, i was just in line so that i could talk to you, and i'm like that's really sweet. he's really quite cute, seems like a real nice guy. anyway, all of sudden mikey is hollering at me, holding his hands around his eyes in the shape of glasses, pointing, over there, yr artist boy is here. so, up, uh later alvin, the boy i really wanna talk to is here now. so i go over, i'm like hey, he's like hey, he's drunk, i'm somewhat still, we decide to bail, they're kicking people out, we go get a six-pack, and hop in a cab (in the cab the radio is playing a bootleg dance remix of crazy by gnarls barkley, it's awesome) over to his place in the mission and chill and listen to some nina simone, who is his favorite. he plays me this awesome song i hadn't heard by her before called turning point, and that song was some shit. anyways, i pretty much crash out there, and being the dumbass that i am i tell how excited i am to finally be hanging out with him and how i've totally had a crush on him since i first seen him months and months ago, and he's like, but i'm a dork, and i'm like well, i guess i tend to attract dorks or something, but that i really like him. pretty much we pass out, and for whatever reason i fail at generally being a slut on this occasion, which is probably a good thing. in the morning he's singing crazy, all like the whole song, in the shower while covered it soap, and it's totally hot. pretty much the whole morning i'm just too damn shy all of a sudden, i don't know, i just am like, i got really shy and was like didn't know what to say, act, or do, as this kid is clearly way cooler than be, and gorgeous. so i'm a dork. anyway, he had to leave to go sell a painting or something to some rich fuck in marin county, so i'm bummed, cuz i wanted to spend some more time with him, but at least i ended up with the whole afternoon to work on music and programming my sampler thing, which i did end up doing, yay for me! oh well, i hope very much to see this artist boy again, uh yeah.