Tuesday, May 28. 2013
This article was published on media underground and disinformation back in June 2003.
The flight over was smooth enough - too smooth, in fact, as I usually like a little turbulence on these long haul numbers just to keep things fresh and interesting, but I kept myself amused by eyeing up one of the air stewardesses and watching a non-descript movie or two until the scenery changed and the sheer vastness of Los Angeles was revealed.
Nice, I said to myself, this guy’s sense of humour must run deep.
By the evening Doug, Andy, myself, Cocktease Kelly, Father Luke and Homeless Patty got in Renee’s VW camper van and took a hazardous trip out to the Drunken Crossfire shoot. Doug wasn’t used to driving with a manual gear stick so we pretty much kangarooed all the way to what seemed like the noisiest bar in the whole of California.
“So when was the last time you drove a car?” Doug asked the Good Father.
Panamint Springs is a 15 room resort comprising of restaurant, bar and camping ground (situated directly across the street). There’s about 15 or so ex-cons living up behind the motel in trailers and a pig pen off to the side with the fattest looking swine that I’d seen since leaving LA.
“It’s time for some Piggy Courtin’!” he exclaimed, and then ran off like a deranged spastic in the direction of the pig pen.
“I think I’ll have my knob done white,” he remarked. And so it was done.
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