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The Krishna Collision.

Posted by todd Wed, 04 Jan 2006 06:15:00 GMT



Oh how I love the holidays.

The large crowds. The insane drivers, striving to get that soon to open parking spot. The buying of crap that nobody, even yourself would want. All beautiful... but lets not forget the true meaning of Christmas!

I'm sure you know what I'm thinking.

Hellstone and Brimfire people!!! There isn't any better way to spread the word of god than to stand on a street corner screaming like a crackhead. Then again, if you are standing on a corner screaming about god sending others to hell... you were a crackhead at some point. If they are going to stand around yelling, they should just tell the truth. Come to mass tomorrow! All the other reformed heroin addict born agains will be there! Bring your money!

Ok, perhaps that was a bit much, but openly mocking bible thumpers needs to be done. I'm just "blessed" enough to find them on a weekly basis outside my apartment window.

Don't get me wrong, this doesn't make me angry.

I thrive on it.

Do you realize how hard it is for a bunch of screaming freaks to maintain composure when they have laser pointers beamed on their foreheads?

Can there be anything more fun than yelling out your own versions to the "Jesus wants you to (blah blah blah)" speech? "Jesus Wants You To SHUT UP", was particularly well received by the drunkards.

Anyway, I had a party of sorts at my apartment, which was interrupted by screaming bible thumpers outside...the results did not go in their favor.

When it comes mocking drug addicts, The Krishna's had our alcoholic backs.

Suddenly, from around the corner, the Krishna karaeoke posse came into view. If you've ever seen "The Warriors", you have seen similar confrontations. Let me explain.

Three bible thumpers, clearly having strayed from their turf of poor neighborhoods and suburban areas with large drug abusing populations, find themselves in the Gaslamp, struggling to get home.

As any good group of thumpers would do, they looked to Jesus to find them the way home! Jesus Saves! But not this night... The Friday before a long holiday weekend is not the work of the lord and savior. A foul smell filled the air. It was a homeless man, but he had no money so the Jesus freaks didn't talk to him.

Chanting hari hari, and with pleasant drum beats to boot, the Krishnas decended on the lost three. The xtians HAD NO DRUM. What would become of them?

They kneeled down for a quick huddle, but it was disturbed by an unidentified blonde computer geek shouting "BLUE 42!! BLUE 42!!!", they decided to....to... sing, their way out of it.

This needs a new paragraph. 3 reformed crackheads decided that they would OUTSING, 15 Krishnas who had a PA system on wheels.

At this point, the level of intoxication upstairs overflowed, sending several of the patrons outside to discuss the merits of eternel damnation with the freaks. All this while roughly 8 cops sat watching the remainder of the party up in the windows, clearly wishing they could come arrest us for something.

At the end of the day, the krishnas danced away for a meal, the xtians retreated to a more defensible corner, and we, the heathens, went straight to hell.

And by hell, I mean the Star Bar.

(seriously it's really bad, I think it has hookers.)

Happy holidays!

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Q: Did you hear the one about the one legged flutist?

Posted by todd Thu, 04 Aug 2005 21:49:00 GMT



A: His sheet music had no stand! (cmon, not bad for on the fly)

Normally the nut cases are my favorites, as I've pointed out numerous times. However, the new one has got to go.

He may get a visit from the cops.. he may get shot with a BB gun.. Hell.. I might run by and grab the flute from him, but that would require lots of scotch. I'm keeping the options open, but under no circumstances will there be a one legged guy with a flute, a clarinet, and a bongo drum sitting outside my apartment at 3am playing Mary Had a Little Lamb again.

It started out innocently enough, I mean, there are lots of street "performers" around. This guy was bad, but hey, it's the Gaslamp, you aren't going to be the loudest thing here no matter how hard you try. The cumulative sounds of the area will drown you out.

Until you buy a flute that is.

I was stunned. It wasn't loud really.. it just carried.. carried through my window, through my pillow, and into my head. And he was clearly not on the road to the symphony when he hurt his leg. It was as if I had gone out there myself with a flute I had found in a gutter.

At 2:30AM I snapped and went completely ballistic. I have a common Allen trait... Once I'm mad... I'm reaaaalll mad. And this poor sap couldn't even run away.

"Hey Zamfir, F**k you! Get the f**k out of here!" was my opener.

Then I started suggesting things I might do with his flute if he didn't leave immediately, but I'll spare your innocent eyes the details.

Being a one legged crazy flutist, he didn't seem to mind my screaming at him but I think he had a hobo guardian or something because another guy came over and made him put away his stuff. I'll be watching for the guardian tonight..

Once he's out of the picture, Zamfir is mine.

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