Yep. That sounds about right.

Ron Jeremy also used to live across the street from the junior high.

We are adjacent to Simi, the verifiable incest capital of the United States.

I don't think I have ever lived in a house were one of my female neighbors wasn't being molested only for us to find out years later after she is in rehab.

But still the community is suprised by the news. When will they wake up from their delusions?

It's suburbia! People come here to hide. They come here to hide from the world and to create a different one where they are the only ones in it. There are less police who are easier to trick, all you have to do is be white and boast working-class values and you're in the fucking clear.

People come here to get away with shit.

If I could find a more poetic way to talk about this I would but I can't.

I become more intolerant of modern day social values by the second. I'm hoping I am not the only one...

Back in school, one professor who was teaching some class that discussed the white washing of elementary liberal arts education asked the class what we thought the world would be like in 100 years. Some guy raised his hand and posited that we might live under water. He played for the water polo team if I remember correctly.

I raised my hand and said that I think humans will become more microchip-like than we already are. Commuting each day, so that we can go sit down at a work station, so that we can afford a television, so that we can watch it and so that we can a.)be sold a lifestyle that supports mass consumerism and b.)be sold actual commodities, so that we can support commerce, so that we have places to go work at.

Maybe once and a while one of us would become depressed and so we would not be showing up at our work stations or plugging into our telescreens as often and we would have to spend some time with another type of microchip that will indoctrinate us more heavily, so that we may become better adjusted to the spiral. You know what they say about the bad apples plus nobody likes a slacker. I pointed out that from above that is what every global city already looks like (see the film Baraka.)

The teacher asked me to give a presentation on my theory in the next class and to tie it with the readings. I did. My friends changed that day, I won't say in what way, but some didn't talk to me after that until the day of graduation, where some told me how much they liked me and cheered exceptionally loud for me when my name was called.

Oh, Bill Douglas the diving coach was just on the news. I am sad for him. I will bet that he never touched any of the kids. I was always sad for him though. You could tell he was very lonely and was underappreciated for everything he did. If there were no Bill Douglas there would have been no diving in the Conejo Valley at all and there were very few teams elsewhere in the Marmonte League. We would have to go as far as San Diego sometimes to compete. Because diving doesn't draw crowds that can be sold snacks the way football does. If it weren't for Bill I wouldn't have had the chance to co-star in HOW TO MAKE AN AMERICAN QUILT with Winona Ryder.

He would always talk about taking his girlfriend out on dates but we all knew he didn't have one.

I am not suprised by this but I don't think he ever harmed anyone and I don't think he deserves to be defamed all over the news. I would also like to add that KTLA's coverage was all filmed at Thousand Oaks High School although they try to pretend that they actually went to Westlake and Newbury Park. Westlake doesn't even have a pool.

If you're going to demonize somebody at least put some fucking effort in.

In other news, Brian has declared the American Flag the scotty dog for the new millenium. Remember how in the early nineties every female teacher in North America had a brass scotty dog broach and an oversized red sweater with a black scotty dog with a real tag hanging off of it that they wore over black stirrup pants? Well fast-foward to now, what do you see? Painted brass American flag broaches, oversized American flag sweaters, American flag candles, you get the picture.

I told Brian that I got him a sweater at the dollar sale I went to with Harvey. He said he hoped it had a scotty on it. I said no but maybe he could borrow my mom's brass scotty broach and wear it upside down on his new sweater.

17 September 2002 - 10:15 PM

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