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About Me

i called for a ride from a friend near by. "i want to go to a party", he said. i assured him that he didn't. "these people are all waiting to die anyway."i suppose i suffered a black out immediately following my comment. my next clear memory is of waking up naked on my couch. i must have fallen asleep masturbating again. the DVD player was still looping movie trailers of up and coming gonzo porn flicks.in the struggle to collect myself that morning, flashbacks would continue to haunt me, causing me to make awkward facial expressions to myselfin disgust but not repentance. the whole line about people waiting to die caused a lynch mob effect to tidal wave in my direction. i remembered being across the street from the patio gates and making a spectacle. "i wouldn't stay if you begged me!" i screamed while a half full bottle of beer was thrown at me. "not even for another drink!" i replied. in a drunken haste, i made it my business to have the party shut down. my friend later told me that he found me drawing fire and attention from outside the party the way a conductor cues an orchestra. "it was a hell of a scene." he told me. the entire time i was yelling. "your all just waiting to die! just fucking die already!"

My Interests

cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women...if you replace cigarettes with something a bit more tasty and satisfying.

I'd like to meet:

people who cause me to smile uncontrollably.anyone who equates love of music with love of life.people who like to go around sky clad.troopers!

Music:

love

Movies:

life

Television:

zombies

Books:

i'm gettin' to it

Heroes:

they're out there.

My Blog

18 in Tijuana

the idea didn’t sttle in right away that we were steeping on to foreign soil. within a few minutes it became difficult to ignore however, once the smell of the street began to ferment in o...
Posted by Gino on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 09:53:00 PST

C.W. (part II)

pink, acrylic nail rest lightly on pink, glossy lips. the sparkle of both are like Christmas lights and candy canes and for no reason at all, i smell peppermint. the natural pout of her li...
Posted by Gino on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 03:10:00 PST

cocktail waitress.(part I)

tap, tap, i hear with beverage in hand and casual conversation coming my way. a girl with empty drink tray in hand delivers finger jabs at a touch computer screen with the other. authority...
Posted by Gino on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 05:07:00 PST

i want, but what else is new.

i want you to feel what i feeli want the world to make sensei want to rip your heart out and show it to youevery nook and crannyand say, "this is love" and, "this is infatuation"and, "this is why i lo...
Posted by Gino on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 02:16:00 PST

throwing a beat

a one jack-ass show and who is the starused to winning the battle and not the warprogressing in circles in search of a spiraling escape velocitythe search for a brand new hustle in this same city.the ...
Posted by Gino on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 09:42:00 PST

a failed break up attempt. (fiction)

a fire burns behind your eyes in your warm embrace i rise to candy coated, rotten lies loving that which i despise no forgeting though i try what i'm filled with deep inside simple complication...
Posted by Gino on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 03:31:00 PST

you're nobody 'till somebody fucks you.

we were both fifteen and damned if i was going to let on that it was my first time. my big come on line did the trick. "come here." i said as i grabbed for her arm after however long she ...
Posted by Gino on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 09:58:00 PST

in a nut shell

TWO NIGHTS LATER: -did you want a bong rip. =in a bit. i just discovered the food. -well, come on in when you're done. =alright but it could be a minute. you haven't seen me eat. (all at o...
Posted by Gino on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 02:58:00 PST

reasurance

for those who are unaware, i work at a restaraunt. and much like the movie Waiting, there is a good amount of homo-erotic humor that goes around. recently, a new employee walked into the dishroo...
Posted by Gino on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 09:34:00 PST

i was tagged.

1. i have a form of obsessive compulsive diorder. i count almost everything and break down the numbers mathematically to recombine into ones which i consider to be favorable. 2. i enjoy long str...
Posted by Gino on Tue, 02 May 2006 11:44:00 PST