Uhm...Some things from the tour diaries of Jhonen Vasquez in 98...
DAY TEN 5/10/97
Jhonen: It's 3 A.M, and I'm writing this from the hotel in St. Louis. Various hideous things contributed to my inability to write any sooner than this, so I've much to tell. I'm not at all certain as to how much of it is actually interesting.
Arizona was hot like some sort of hot thing that makes you feel like dying just to escape the heat, but the people were lovely, especially the people from Atomic Comics.
The hotel room was more casual and much more bearable to me after the spooky and sometimes aggravating valets and doormen of L.A. I was able to get my own filthy, insect smeared car whenever I wanted to, without having to ask some creepy jerk to get it for me. The only thing that made the Arizona room at all unpleasant was the proximity of others. With four people satying in the room, Rob, Dave, the new companion, Gray, and myself, things were less private. The OPTION to have one's solitude is a beautiful thing. But it turned out fine for the the three days we had it, so nobody was hurt, except for the pig.
From what I could understand in Arizona, there seemed to be little more to do than get high and tattooed. I did niether. I saw the movie BREAKDOWN, and loved it.
Then I left Arizona and embarked upon a nightmarish 5 day drive to St. Louis Missouri. There were some incredible things along the way, like White Sands, and Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico.
SAD< STUPID< AMUSING STORY- While we rested against our cars after the three hour walk throug the caverns, we were approached by a white haired elderly gentleman who wanted to make small elderly conversation. He told us he was 80 years old, and about places he's driven to. We spoke to him for a few minutes, he wished us well, we bid him the same, and he walked away. THEN, he turns back and comes over to us again. This time, he bigins with more of the same benign chatter, but OUT OF NOWHERE.....it got ugly. He began to talk about how the "NEGROES and the MEXICANS" were taking over, about how there were just too many of them. He also called them the "BROWNS and the BLACKS". And here I am, all Mexican and such, just looking up at this seemingly nice old man, thinking of how pathetic it all was.
Ah well, he will die soon enough. He was, after all, rather old.
We lost Gray early on in Missouri. I dunno what happened to him, but I think it was aliens.
SO LAST NIGHT we got into St. Louis, and my heart warmed at the sight of seeing buildings, and lights again. The countryside was pretty, but the concrete is home.
We arrived too early, and had 8 hours to spend before check-in to the hotel here. I shall simply say, we were losing our mindsd and loving it. Even Rob joined in, but only after being horridly grumpy for sometime. I found the whole idea of wandering someplace new rather amusing.
So here I am. Rob and Dave are staying at Rob's cousin's house for the duration of the visit here, so I am here alone. And it feels good. not that I hate them. Rather, I hate Rob. I've slowly been poisoning him. it's interesting to see how his health degenerates. Hee hee.
I saw the 5th element today. God, was I disappointed. gary Oldman was the redeaming factor, but not nearly enough to save anything.
I angry.