May – 2002 – TRMW Archives

* FYI, this stuff is old. The current TRMW is here.

Here's everything I wrote in May 2002.

May 30, 2002

So today is yet another day in which I wake up sometime sort of early, tell myself I need to get up, doze in and out of consciousness, and eventually convince myself to rise at around noon. This pathetic struggle can be a little self-defeating at times, especially when I realize that half my day is gone before I wake, but hey at least I am well rested.

It is now three o’clock PM and I am in the computer lab at the University of Westminster. I have been updating the Metempsychosis webpage (new releases!), and generally mucking about. Later on I will try to sell some CDs and find some cheap new jeans.

Tonight is Kat’s going away party. Kat is a Swedish girl who bartends at my local pub, the Cardinal. She knows my drink of choice, and likes to call me “love”, both very endearing qualities. The party should be well attenended, as every man woman and child in the Victoria neighborhood is friends with her by now.

Sorry for the military nature of this entry. Alas, my muse escapes me.

View Comments • london • metempsychosis

May 27, 2002

Well, university is all but over for the summer, and I can feel the stress falling off me. Now I just chill and write new music, and drink, and sleep late. I’m a big bum. So now you know.

View Comments • college • london

May 8, 2002

Yesterday was my birthday! This means that I am now typing this with fingers that are twenty one years old. More importantly, this also means that I can finally drink legally in good ol’ USA. Kind of anticlimactic really, given that I have been drinking legally since I set foot on this mushy island called England.

No matter, it was a wonderful day. This first thing I did was take my good friend Kacy to the hospital to see if there was an African parasite sucking off her lofe force. See, she just arrived in London from Dakar, Senegal, and she was getting these really bad cramps and funky bowel feelings.

After seeing the nurse, she informs me that she will be waiting three hours before she sees a doctor, at which point I politely slip off. I make my way to the library and attempt to begin an essay I need to do for my politics module. Instead, I end up picking up some tickets to a boat party on the Thames, and downing a pint with my favorite Mongolian-American, Billy.

In the evening I eat a really nice Mexican meal with some friends and then head out to the 333 club in Old Street. While there, I meet the editor of Adrenaline Magazine who happens to be born on the same day on me. He also happens to have been in California the day before where he interviewed numerous famous people, most notable Suge Knight, CEO of Deathrow (now Tha Row) Records.

That’s right, there is now only one degree of separation between my white self and the man behind the funkiest g-funk this side of… anywhere!

I also managed to get myself an interview for a position behind the bar, which went really well. And, sure enough, today it is revealed that I got the job. So I am now a bar back at 333, one of the trendiest hipster clubs in London! Small town Meadow Vista, look at me now!

(Side note: I worked at a sushi restaurant in Soho called Itsu fo a week, before being dropped the day before my birthday. I was bumming, but it looks now to have been a blessing in disguise.)

Life is rad, and I am young. It was a great birthday and I managed to get a job and get drunk at the same time. Now that’s style. I’m superbad.

View Comments • birthday • jobs • london • suge knight