Thursday, June 19, 2008
Tracking a Nine
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Looks like I'll have to resort to my DROG for something new tonight. So, by way of background, I hereby submit a DROG entry from January 2002. The story is entirely my concoction, and was inspired by my sudden trip to Austin, Texas to visit my circumcised brother, David. I drove Kootch's Toyota. Kootch rented a car in the interim (I paid). I had been talking on the phone to my brother David occasionally during the previous months, but it eventually dawned on me that I needed to talk to him face-to-face. I decided to take off suddenly one day in order to surprise the stalker Gerash and his Judeo-faggot minions. It worked for a while, but they caught up with me soon enough.
As it became clear to me that I was being followed I began thinking about how I could create a sort of narrative - from the Gerash point of view - of the journey. I worked on this narrative as I drove to Austin. I refined the narrative as I drove back to Denver a few days later. Once back in Denver I wrote it all out on my DROG over the next month or two. Rereading it over the last few days I found it totally hilarious. I should mention that this was not the first occasion on which I was followed - interstatewise - by Gerash's minions: a previous visit to Salina, Kansas served to alert me to the unfortunate fact that 'leaving Colorado' did not necessarily mean, 'leaving Gerash.' I was therefore prepared in the sense that I knew more or less what to expect.
Without further ado I will quote the first installment in the next blog entry.
I should mention that I was tempted to define some of the terms used, but decided against it. The readers deserve to experience the original entry as 'virgins.'
Looks like I'll have to resort to my DROG for something new tonight. So, by way of background, I hereby submit a DROG entry from January 2002. The story is entirely my concoction, and was inspired by my sudden trip to Austin, Texas to visit my circumcised brother, David. I drove Kootch's Toyota. Kootch rented a car in the interim (I paid). I had been talking on the phone to my brother David occasionally during the previous months, but it eventually dawned on me that I needed to talk to him face-to-face. I decided to take off suddenly one day in order to surprise the stalker Gerash and his Judeo-faggot minions. It worked for a while, but they caught up with me soon enough.
As it became clear to me that I was being followed I began thinking about how I could create a sort of narrative - from the Gerash point of view - of the journey. I worked on this narrative as I drove to Austin. I refined the narrative as I drove back to Denver a few days later. Once back in Denver I wrote it all out on my DROG over the next month or two. Rereading it over the last few days I found it totally hilarious. I should mention that this was not the first occasion on which I was followed - interstatewise - by Gerash's minions: a previous visit to Salina, Kansas served to alert me to the unfortunate fact that 'leaving Colorado' did not necessarily mean, 'leaving Gerash.' I was therefore prepared in the sense that I knew more or less what to expect.
Without further ado I will quote the first installment in the next blog entry.
I should mention that I was tempted to define some of the terms used, but decided against it. The readers deserve to experience the original entry as 'virgins.'
