started thinking of doing shirts while at woodward 3 years ago, now that im a big shot down at the pizza delivery factory, its time to start wheeling and dealing.

yes, im like everyone else, i started a shirt company: check them out and so on: right here.

pathetic i know, but there american apparel and i have a rad team that i cant discuss just yet [well maybe a bit, joe schiavi, ryan’s (devereaux & garvock), sherwin ghaffarkhan, then theres the ones i cant say yet]

and thanks to my abuse of html possibilities, you can even order online with paypal, so go nuts!

needless to say, we’re gonna be smal.

oh, and the rest of the good cali pics are up too, just use the link from yesterday.

some of these made it through;

animal shin ramp.

five from west.

there are more to come.

7 steps on how to be stupid at work today:
1. delivering to a retierment/nursing home [which always creep me out]

2. thinking she works there, i start talking to a woman and the realize she is a patient and wont stop telling me about seeing moose for the first time [sehs wearing a moose shirt and has 3 moose necklaces on…]

3. the guy im delivering to finally shows up, hands me a random wad of bills, and says “thanks” and begins to walk away.

4. i notice the [not one but] two hundred dollar bills which are on the outside of the wad [i.e. in plain sight and only there cause he was stupid and not paying attenting to what he gave me.]

5. i notice it and tell him

6. he doesn’t even thank me

7. return to my car, sit there and realize that yes indeed, im a fucking idiot and go deposit my check that is multiple hours short and way to small.

boohoo, ill have a box of 36 shirts on thursday morning, ill put up a pic, you will be blown away and hypnotically buy 2 [one of each color] so that i can make a really funny/insightful/ironic/stupid/poorly designed hat, and then you can buy that too, in order to fund the sweatshirts, and on, and on.

back from cali, went hiking above berkeley, thought too much, drove home. in true nofuture style, caught a flat in sacremento, slept in the car, $25 fixes all, home in 17 hours non stop. now im eating tortilla chips with a fork.

pics and more later

at this point, rejection has become a fully ingrained part of my life, i fell as though dissapearing would serve me best.

its funny that i allow the fears that precluded my trip to become so real after having the best embrace that i’ve felt in a long time, then hear their laughter leaking in from the next room and nothing but jealousy comes from it, i feel like i;’ve been regulated to the kids table at thanksgiving. i want to go home due to this…i wait for a call…im done.

im in san fran, stayed in berkeley last night at this kid stephan’s house that i met riding around the campus, rode their with 6-7 guys who were all cool, they bought me beer at a nice club called jupiter, then a nice ride home drunk trying to 180 everything, woke up early and headed to the berk. park which was closed due to toxic water leaking into the groundwater, so we jumped the fence. good place, i think it was made by the same guys as boulder, so it felt like i was at home, now im hanging out getting ready for a nap so i can get krunked later tonight…more and pictures later, alcatraz maybe?

ok, im leaving for all points west right now, im supposed to meet up with at least 7 people sometime between now and saturday the 19th. i dont really have anywhere to stay, and havent really looked at a map yet. if i haven’t talked to you yet and you wanna do something and you’re around the bay area, get in touch. is the weather nice enough to sleep in parks or beaches there? time will tell…

there is so much excitement from just a simple phone call cuased giddiness that i cant explain, esecially due to its unexpectedness. despite a lack of abode the immediate future seems not but fun, all i have to do is make it through the super bowl and im to freedom. again there is the looming possibilty of dissapointment and failure but i push it aside for anticipation of seeing those i long to. its odd that the same drunkenness that brings about such excitment can also fill me with such a fear of all that can go wrong. there were times when this could have been worded such smoother but i have lost the inspireation and hope to find it again, a time when i thought i wrote for one person to read has past…

[that’s so gay]

i got each of these yesterday, first was a text to my phone, second was an email, they confound me…

-from: +8613894819671
“chinese sms not supported, pls contact your friend in china, the number is as above.” [i got this 7 times in 3 hours]

-From: hari@hari.om
-Subject: coution
-Date: February 2, 2005 12:19:27 PM MST
-To: mike@proxientunit.com
-Reply-To: hari@hari.om

“Hello dear spirit soul,

There are three gates leading to this hell: lust, anger and greed. Every sane man should give these up, for they lead to the degradation of the soul.

The man who has escaped these three gates of hell performs acts conducive to self-realization and thus gradually attains the supreme destination, the eternal abode of the soul.

With best regards

Hari Kirtan”

yup, thats about it, time to go trim the ’stache, gotta take care of it…