The Bridges of Woodstock

Sometimes I forget about my life, sometimes I forget about the world. I find myself in these emotional states of… states of what?  Exactly my point, it’s hard to put into words. But I just want to be… I want to drift into my fantasy and live in a quesent place where all I can hear is? And all I can feel is? Does that place exist, can I just be?  The answer is no. I have responsablities, I have a house and a job and a future to think about. But wouldn’t the future be easier to think about if we all lived in that place in between dreams? That place where you find and lose yourself in hate and love?

Look at the world, look beyond the prisons of your eyes and you’ll see it too. Has this message conected with any one? Probably not. But where is the message? What did I just say?

Perhaps I’ve had too much to drink today? Perhaps I’ve been staring into the lifelessness of my emotions for far too long? Either its time to wake up, or it’s time to continue on the path of the emotional whatever.

The only thing I know for sure, is that the wave of life is still rolling, and after it crashes I’ll still be here wondering what happened to the wind that started it all.

Last weekend a friend and I got drunk! I know what your thinking, big deal everyone gets drunk once in a while. But not like us. Let me try to explain while you try and fathom our madness.

Saturday, like any other Saturday we got loaded. We hit the bar and had had enough. 4:00am rolls around and we get a drunken call from a buddy who tells us everyone but himself has past out. “Come over and drink the alcohol with me.” We jumped at the opportunity at getting free booze.

Sunday, 9:00am, we decide that life isn’t fullfilling enough for us. We need more from this world, we need chicks in bickines and a white sandy beach where paradise will envy its beauty. We need Cali.

The decision comes on abrupt and the next thing we know we are making our way to the border. When we arrive at the U.S. I am denied and sent back to Canada. The Canadians, our brothers, tell us we can’t enter our own country. So we are now stuck in oblivion, not in one country or the other.

My friend was asked to take a breathalyzer, and he blew a warning - a 24 hour suspension. Sweet. They tell him his only hope is that his driving companion - me - passes a breathalyzer so he can drive. OH MY DEAR GOD ARE FUCKING KIDDING ME? I havn’t stopped drinking yet.
So the authorities pull me off to the side and tell me to blow into the machine that will surely pronounce me clinically, insanely, wicked-fictitiously fucked!

The look on the officer’s face was complete and utter shock, his mind must have recoiled back in horror as he saw the numbers (1.4) “why aren’t you dead” was his only response.

And all I could say was…

Join in next week when you can all hear the exciting conclusion of the story that was almost a story.

A week ago the Flames were in the fifth game of the Calgary-Anahiem seires. The stands were on fire, a burning “C” on everyone’s jersey. The crowd erupted in a frenzy of passion as the Flames took to the ice.  I have never seen such intensity in peoples eyes.  This town was on the edge of madness, the Red Mile exploded into insanity as the drunkards hit the Mile.  The women were easy, and the liqour was free.  But even though it’s over and I find myself going through bouts of depression at the loss of our team in the seventh game.  I can only feel a bit of content wipe across my face, knowing that i’m not in butt-fuck Saskatoon.

Why do I find myself sitting here talking to you faceless entities? My words are connecting to all of you. But why should you be interested in the pointless drivel of a distorted mind? I comprise non-sense to entertain you, but I dont know you, and probably never will. I dont even like the internet. The world seems to be rapidly changing and I’m just running to keep up with it all. I can hear the schoolyard teacher’s voice in my head, “Okay Woodstock, now go meet some new friends.” The truth is - no offense - I’ve got enough to deal with, I dont feel the need to impress any of you. This is my first blog, and the only fucking reason I’m here is because my nagging roommate tells me that this internet thing is pretty big these days. I guess I’m apart of the information super highway now. But, I heard that was somewhere near Denver.