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| damodara@webtv.net 2004-11-15, 10:06 pm |
| It was pretty extreme. There was a series of Beurucrats involved and the
old buck passing involved at Atlantic City City Hall.
There was a man I thought was dead, at first, laying on the sde walk
that required attention.
And as fate would have it, the man who ran for the 911 phone and I had
been friendly a while before. The strange places you wind up meeting the
people you like?
There was a cop on a bike.
There was a strange and mysterious experince in a small around the
corner bar I wan't to investigate as a possible place to play.
VERY strange bars you find around the corner in Atlantic City.
Fascinating arguments with emergency medical technicians concerning what
the "dead man's" stiffened arms meant.
Maybe he ws drunk. But...there was more then drunk present.
There was a persistant Jesus freak who wanted to save my soul, that
being the most important thing I had to do with my life.
There was also two sea gulls who wanted to fight each other on the board
walk but had to continue to ske-daddle their way around the walking
humans to express heir displeasure with each other.
That was an incredible scene.
Yeah the guys eyes were glazed and unmoving like dead I've seen in the
war.
He wasn't dead though.
I was fascinated with staring down a row of slot machines and marvelled
over the faces of the old babes who played with macabe fascination.
The moon was a thin sliver over a clear sea with the horizon as sharpe
as a razor's blade.
And more........
Never got to play, didn't make a cent.
First I was told I needed to carry a million dollars of insurance.
Imagine?
On and on.
Thousands of examples of flat brainer logic.
Maybe after I settle down I will sort it all out into some cogent tale
of adventure which will delight and tittalate the women, and inspire and
stir the men.
But that level of refinement.
Imagine, one black guy interupted another black guy who was being kinda
intense with me, declaring, "I alredy asked him what he wanted!"
Brrrr......
What a town.
Yeah I left the boardwalk.
I had to go talk with various folks in city hall.
Then I hadda have a beer after that.
Then....phew.
What a day.
Its the kind of day that happens to me if I go outside.
I KNOW this shit doesn't happen to other people when they go outside.
Some one once said that the sidewalk is a dangerous place because once
you are on it you can go anywhere and anything might happen.
I forget who said that.
But I love the concept.
Then there was Fred, the Bass player, black guy, who is supposedly a
semi famous bass player who loves my work, and the PHilopeano.
The Philopeano does not like "freebie" concerts.
Go figure.
And then......
I can't go on with this overview.
Perhaps tomorrow once I settle back in safely behind my locked door,
which I love, I will be able to get this Fantasmagoria into a readable
and understandable format for those of you who also dred the world
beyond the threshold to your warmly secured domiles.
Oh....I forgot the roadie.
Oh never mind it is all too much.
This kind of experiance I refuse to believe is shared at all by the
normals.
Sitting in the bus station hearing various people all around saying my
name.
The guy who sat along of me in the bus station while I ate my swiss
cheese sandwich I had just made who began talking to himself.
He needed a light for his cigarette.
When the place was all ears and eyes on him (us) I told him I came in
from Trenton, to which he promptly answered, ignoring the legions he was
evidently involved with, that he came from King Of Prussia.
Thats a town in pennsy. Then he promptly went back to his discussions
with his hosts and the eyes and ears turned elsewhere.
I knew that would do it.
It always does.
You ask something simple and they come straight out of their head and
respond normally.
Its extremely important to speak to them because the normals will freak
and gang up and attack them if you don't ruin their normaloid dream by
asking somthing simple like that.
I thanked God too.
I knew what they have.
I am so thankful I was spared that.
I KNOW what it is. Clear as day I know that.
And by the grace of God, I am free of it.
I am so thankful.
Everybody kept saying my name, in rthyme with othere words and
everything, slurring words.
The whole goddamn bus station.
Didn't bother me.
What a day..........
And the Bearucrats??!!!
At City Hall??!??!
I'll stop now.
Write up my Atlantic City Tomorrow.
I mean, my buddy was pushing on the guys chest to make his heart beat?
What a day.
So typical of what happens to me once I reach the sidewalk.
Damo
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<damodara@webtv.net> a écrit dans le message de news:
29382-41996525-326@storefull-3233.bay.webtv.net...
> It was pretty extreme. There was a series of Beurucrats involved and the
> old buck passing involved at Atlantic City City Hall.
> There was a man I thought was dead, at first, laying on the sde walk
> that required attention.
> And as fate would have it, the man who ran for the 911 phone and I had
> been friendly a while before. The strange places you wind up meeting the
> people you like?
> There was a cop on a bike.
> There was a strange and mysterious experince in a small around the
> corner bar I wan't to investigate as a possible place to play.
> VERY strange bars you find around the corner in Atlantic City.
> Fascinating arguments with emergency medical technicians concerning what
> the "dead man's" stiffened arms meant.
> Maybe he ws drunk. But...there was more then drunk present.
> There was a persistant Jesus freak who wanted to save my soul, that
> being the most important thing I had to do with my life.
> There was also two sea gulls who wanted to fight each other on the board
> walk but had to continue to ske-daddle their way around the walking
> humans to express heir displeasure with each other.
> That was an incredible scene.
> Yeah the guys eyes were glazed and unmoving like dead I've seen in the
> war.
> He wasn't dead though.
> I was fascinated with staring down a row of slot machines and marvelled
> over the faces of the old babes who played with macabe fascination.
> The moon was a thin sliver over a clear sea with the horizon as sharpe
> as a razor's blade.
> And more........
> Never got to play, didn't make a cent.
> First I was told I needed to carry a million dollars of insurance.
> Imagine?
> On and on.
> Thousands of examples of flat brainer logic.
> Maybe after I settle down I will sort it all out into some cogent tale
> of adventure which will delight and tittalate the women, and inspire and
> stir the men.
> But that level of refinement.
> Imagine, one black guy interupted another black guy who was being kinda
> intense with me, declaring, "I alredy asked him what he wanted!"
> Brrrr......
> What a town.
> Yeah I left the boardwalk.
> I had to go talk with various folks in city hall.
> Then I hadda have a beer after that.
> Then....phew.
> What a day.
> Its the kind of day that happens to me if I go outside.
> I KNOW this shit doesn't happen to other people when they go outside.
> Some one once said that the sidewalk is a dangerous place because once
> you are on it you can go anywhere and anything might happen.
> I forget who said that.
> But I love the concept.
> Then there was Fred, the Bass player, black guy, who is supposedly a
> semi famous bass player who loves my work, and the PHilopeano.
> The Philopeano does not like "freebie" concerts.
> Go figure.
> And then......
> I can't go on with this overview.
> Perhaps tomorrow once I settle back in safely behind my locked door,
> which I love, I will be able to get this Fantasmagoria into a readable
> and understandable format for those of you who also dred the world
> beyond the threshold to your warmly secured domiles.
> Oh....I forgot the roadie.
> Oh never mind it is all too much.
> This kind of experiance I refuse to believe is shared at all by the
> normals.
> Sitting in the bus station hearing various people all around saying my
> name.
> The guy who sat along of me in the bus station while I ate my swiss
> cheese sandwich I had just made who began talking to himself.
> He needed a light for his cigarette.
> When the place was all ears and eyes on him (us) I told him I came in
> from Trenton, to which he promptly answered, ignoring the legions he was
> evidently involved with, that he came from King Of Prussia.
> Thats a town in pennsy. Then he promptly went back to his discussions
> with his hosts and the eyes and ears turned elsewhere.
> I knew that would do it.
> It always does.
> You ask something simple and they come straight out of their head and
> respond normally.
> Its extremely important to speak to them because the normals will freak
> and gang up and attack them if you don't ruin their normaloid dream by
> asking somthing simple like that.
> I thanked God too.
> I knew what they have.
> I am so thankful I was spared that.
> I KNOW what it is. Clear as day I know that.
> And by the grace of God, I am free of it.
> I am so thankful.
> Everybody kept saying my name, in rthyme with othere words and
> everything, slurring words.
> The whole goddamn bus station.
> Didn't bother me.
> What a day..........
> And the Bearucrats??!!!
> At City Hall??!??!
> I'll stop now.
> Write up my Atlantic City Tomorrow.
> I mean, my buddy was pushing on the guys chest to make his heart beat?
> What a day.
> So typical of what happens to me once I reach the sidewalk.
> Damo
>
>
> http://community.webtv.net/damodara/MystoryasIseeit
>
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| damodara@webtv.net 2004-11-16, 11:06 am |
| And, hi Katie, how did this dream like day end?
I dragged my amp on wheels and guitar up my narrow stairway to my Sky
Fortress, and ran back down the street to snatch this twenty gallon
aquarium someone had put out for garbage.
Imagine? Just the right touch for ending one of those dreams that
consist of various fragments.
I carried the aquarium over my head, like a space helmet all the way
down the street.
My life, is truely incredible.
I'm staying home today, maybe cook something good, and make it a long
and slow endevor. I always cook on low heat anyway........
Stay home and think of all the people I have known who have died. I like
to do that. It helps me feel secure, as if they are here with me and
everything is safe.
Smell a well spiced cooking pot.
Drink beer, maybe some vodka. Put my pills away. One day of anti-anxiety
medication is enough. Geeeesh.....
Dam
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| damodara@webtv.net 2004-11-16, 3:48 pm |
| See, my friend made over two beers left the bar with a local fellow of
the black persuasion. I bet it was drugs..not sure..but when I left
walking down the street I saw them huddled around a pay phone.
So my friend of the white persuasion, claimed to have grown up in
England until he was 15? Yeah, Dad was military, and his Mom was a Brit.
Well suddenly he wanted my phone number. I said yeah well if you can get
me work I said, and he said I just want to be your friend. So I said
yeah, maybe you can accompany me on a gig sometimes, or we can go sit on
the banks of the Delaware and have a cook out.
No pen, no paper.
I went back to the bar and the girl gave me a pen and paper. I came back
out and he was gone. Then a glance up the street gave me the other
"friend". I walked over and there was this guy laying there on the
sidewalk like some kind of tipped statue. Arms sticking up in the air,
bent all these crazy ways. He'd pissed his pants. His eyes were dead.
So I said where's Dan to the other fellow. The one standing by the
phone.
Dan is the guy who was raised in England. I bent over and looked to see
if the guy was breathing.
He looked dead. Rigor mortis.
"Dan went inside to call 911 he said, and then he hung up the pay phone.
I saw he still had breath. At least for the moment. A crowd started to
form. Black mostly. One guy was sying about how the ambulance was called
fifteen minutes ago and that "they" don't care about if a black drunk
lives or dies. I corrected him in the same loud voice he used for the
crowd.
The ambulance was called seconds after he collapsed unexpectedly.
The guy raised in England saw it happen.
The guy, of the black persuasion had simply suddenely and unexpectedly
keeled over and cracked his head hard on the pavement when he went down.
We were in front of one of those corner non-chain convieinyance stores
with signs in the window offering phone cards and the latest price for
cigarettes. Run by moslems most likely, maybe Koreans.
I knew the guy had signs of some kind of coniption fit. He was rigid, he
pissed his pants, he appeared comatose, actually he looked dead. I
woulda called the morgue to come get him.
So my Brit American was there clinging to the guys hand talking to him
saying everything will be alright.
Me and the black friend were there. I felt like.......he'd been shot and
nothing mattered about what we did.
The ambulance with Emergency Medical Technicians pulled up.
Isn't that a sign of the times?
"Emergency Medical Technicians are what they call ambulance drivers
these days.
I told him the guy might have been drinking but that that wasn't the
problem, something else was the problem. Maybe the drinking triggered it
I said. I said his arms are rigid. But being as both arms were being
clinged to by the recently united Brit and Black they couldn't see it.
And I mentioned the urination. Both signs of a seizure. I said
psychiatric drugs and drinking can trigger seizures. Then as they exited
the vehicle I mentioned that diabetic shock was also a possibility, and
also triggered by alcohol at times.
So the black guy, the one standing not the one who a turnip laying on
the sidewalk, helped support the turnip guy in the middle because the
guy, the turnip, was like a board.
The Brit said, to the technicians that he had eye movement and weak
heart beat.
Not the brit, the turnip had eye movement.
And a guy in the crowd started going off about how the white ambulance
drivers don't care if some drunk afro-american dies. And I told him how
fast the ambulance got there, also as loud as this guy was, talking to
the crowd. And he said they were predjudiced assholes who don't give a
shit. And I said just as loud again, maybe you're right. That might be
so.
Then the Brit and I faced each other and I gave him the paper with my
name number and an e-mail address on it. He carefully folded it and told
me he'd be intouch.
I told him I had a bus to catch. We shook hands, I nooded to the local
guy, and we all went our way.
It was genius on my part to tell the guy that the EMTs might be
predjudiced and not give a shit. It stopped everything.
So two white guys and a black guy were there working with this near dead
guy, and the crowd was teneded to be anti-white. I have pondered over
how their re living of the trauma situation played out in their heads.
I was touching the guy, the other two "friends were clinging to him
whispering encouragement, and he was on his way to the hospital five
minutes, max, after he collapsed he was on his way to the hospital.
I dunno, maybe they took him over to the Bayside and dumped him in a
tidal marsh. I dunno. Probably the predjudiced ambulance drivers too him
to the hospital.
The Brit will never call me, nor will he e-mail me.
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| damodara@webtv.net 2004-11-16, 3:48 pm |
| Outside for a cagarette. Mailman across the street went by I thought he
was on a cell phone.
Then I thought he had cell phone head speakers on.
No.
He was talking away to him self every now and then giggling.
He looked Philapino.
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| damodara@webtv.net 2004-11-16, 3:48 pm |
| They say don't leave the boardwalk.
But trust me, what happened on the boardwalk was no less macabe then
what happened (for me) back in the city proper.
Atlantic City is incredible. It was, and is, a "struggling" inner city
environment and immense, staggering displays of wealth were injected
with the advent of the Casino Gambling. Side by side.
The influences both have on the other would make a doctorate in
Sociology paper.
Noticed a high percentage of orientals among the population, and a
significant percent of Moslems. Men even wearing the dress of the
Iraqis, you know, those shirts that reach to mid thigh, baggy pants?
It wasn't just women wearing head scarves, scrafs...scarves......scarfs?
Spanish of course were in noteworthy numbers. Mostly Guatamalans if I
can trust my life experiance in such matters.
I'd say Guats, as they are called.
Travel agencies all had the rates for Guatamala, El Salvador, mexico, in
their windows.
Mostly black presence. Whites too.
But whites, as Urtiz says, were not predominate. Say....twenty percent
white, in the downtown parts.
Lotsa Guats.
Stores had signs in oriental language and alphabets.
Fascinating city.
Yeah see after the cop on the bike, I went to city hall. Like the
policeman told me.
What a zoo.....
That however, is another story.
A story for another post.
See......the cop told me what was "fair".
Total flatbrainer logic. You'd have to be sane to understand the logic.
All the time I see that among normals.
I've thought about compiling this wierd flatbrainer (normals) logic.
Atlantic city was FULL of it, fromm all breeds and all racial stock.
Thats half the reason I plan to stay home with my door locked today.
Guard my hard won sz logic from the cultural standards.
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| damodara@webtv.net 2004-11-16, 3:48 pm |
| Did I mention prostitution?
No?
Good.......
Its awsome to see the power money gives men over women.
As they left the Casino district they looked......
awful. Beaten. Exhausted.
Beautiful women with navels showing.
Awesome babes.
Half drunk of course, thats a work place hazard for prostitutes.
Tough game is all, its just a tough game.
Mostly white but a few tight assed black girls were trying to get some
money as well.
Notably? None of the orientals or spanish extractions were doing "it".
I saw a lot of love too.
Really.
Among the people who live in the city itself.
Dambo
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| damodara@webtv.net 2004-11-16, 3:48 pm |
| I'm going off line now.
Its disturbing what I have to say.
I have to spread it all out.
Amazing city, Atlantic City.
Leaving it, after night fall, going across the immense salt marshes that
surround it, I looked back.
Atlantic City has a skyline that lives in the dark. Lights, GIANT lights
on every building. Every building a sky scraper.
I forget which one it was......but the road went through the building.
Water falls, giant columns, palm trees, traffic lights.....
Trffic lights at intersections completely engulfed by the casino. Like a
tunnel. With a traffic light. Because major city routes intersect
UNDERNEATH the casino.
Thats where they put the Casino.
Imagine?
Fountains, Trees, light displays, all within the casino, under the
casino.
Immense wealth and poverty hand in hand in Atlantic City. IMMENSE
wealth. SQUANDERING of immense wealth, ostentacious displays of "extra"
money.
They put the casino, right on top of the city. Completely on top of
it........
Isn't that preposterous?
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