fuck it, dude

a couple days ago i went to acquire the sandwich i have spoken to many of you about along with the epic circumstances surrounding my initial encounter. it had been a long day once again and i was notably hungry. the place was steady, but not too busy. it having been a long day, i had had a couple beers and wasn't too sure about my sense of time, but i began to get the distinct feeling that it had been too long ten minutes after i had finished my 'wait time' beer. my favorite counter girl looked over and asked me what i had ordered and i told her cuban hoagie, she turned around to the cook who just shook his head. the girl who had taken my order simply hadn't gotten it in. i didn't have much going on, so i wasn't real upset, i just got more beer, and they kicked me a buck back. no complaints. the sandwich once again made up for any other circumstances. for those who may have missed it, cuban hoagie: long roll (like the ones they use for cheesesteaks), roast beef, capicola, swiss cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, fried onion, banana peppers, mustard, and cuban brown gravy. it is so damn good...
yesterday i got to go check out a couple of record stores down around the south street area. i hadn't been that far east on south yet; it got way sweeter than what i had seen before, which was only up to like 15th and was nice but kind of boring. this was certainly not that. as the boat/bus tour thing drove by i could hear the guy telling the tourists that they could have a purple mohawk and no one would look twice at them in that neighborhood. which is probably true, but i saw no purple mohawks, just a whole bunch of hipsters and a good random mix of other people. we parked in front of a store called condom kingdom, which was surprisingly professionally put together, to the point of having stylized c and k door handles in the manner of their signage. the first store was all used as far as i noticed in terms of vinyl offerings, but sweet jeezuz did they have a lot. three floors, just packed full of records, sometimes not enough room for more than one person to be browsing. just crate after crate of overstock and less sough-after offerings. these guys definitely know a good thing when they see it; no crazy scores to be had sifting through the endless bins but extensive enough stock to make sure you could find something you would be happy with. the really good shit was on the walls upstairs, and some fine selections they were, just out of my price range for the time being. some really nice floyd stuff. maybe some other time. this trip yielded a double live doors album and traffic's the low spark of the high heeled boys, both of which have proven to be solid, if not revolutionary picks. the doors show takes a couple tracks to get into full swing, but has a really good when the music's over and celebration of the lizard. the traffic album is what it is, if you've never heard it, you should. steve winwood has some serious skills. the title cut is amazing, and this is also the record with light up or leave me alone on it. overall very listenable with a persistent rhythm and groove, but i don't think it will make go-to status like i have with john barleycorn must die. the second store we went to was much more modern on its main level, pretty even split between both new and used and cd and record. they had a lot of cool newer stuff at prices that are neither notably cheap of expensive. their extensive not-so-popular used collection sprawls throughout a basement room, packed together haphazardly like some parts of the first place. we wound up checking out yet a third place on a limb that they would have the record the dude driving was looking for (the lakeside one with fantastic voyage)., to no avail, but it was interesting in comparison as being much smaller and also a purveyor of musical instruments and equipment. they had a small basement with one and two dollar records, lots of worthwhile stuff in the bunch, but usually not in the greatest of shape, although most of it plays fine i'm sure. the upstairs had a slim but very promising collection at very reasonable prices of well-known used stuff. unfortunately i was trying not to spend any more money.
other than that, life has been kind of frustrating; everything seems so overwhelming and daunting as a whole that it is sometimes difficult to do it all in a context of seeming hopelessness. can't find one of my books and i spent an hour looking absofuckinglutely everywhere in the goddam apartment. not too thrilled about that. cd player keeps telling me no disc when i put a cd in it, still can't get that to work either. realized that i don't have any way to play dvds except on the computer, which has developed a discolored spot in like the dead fucking center of the screen, and it also won't restart right. i'm almost out of beer and can't justify buying any more right now. couldn't get the bed frame together after extended efforts yesterday. long list of shit i'm supposed to be getting done but never what seems like a good opportunity to do it. like i said, sometimes it just feels like there is no way things will work out. my memo assignment is chock full of things to change, as expected, but still, it isn't very encouraging. oh, and it's saturday night and here i am typing on my fucking blog alone in my apartment which is still a fucking mess. sorry folks, just had to get it out there. i'm sure there are wonderful logical answers to all these complaints, but i don't even want to address it at this juncture. i want to get drunk, which is precisely what i should not do. so i'm just gonna watch lebowski on the damned computer, because that is better than no lebowski at all. and it tends to make me feel better.