Friday, November 30, 2007

My new toy.


I recently got myself a digital art tablet thing ("Genius 6"x 8", $48.00 from Amazon.com) and this is my first drawing/painting I've done so far. I used "The Gimp" open-source (i.e: FREE!) GNU Image Manipulation Program, which is nice, but the tablet comes with trial versions of Adobe and Corell products that seem REALLY cool! I have yet to create anything with those yet, but here's the one I did with Gimp.




After I had finished the initial picture, I thought it looked like the cover of a 1960's pulp porn paperback book, so I set out to make it REALLY look like one. I was rather pleased with the result.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

ANIMATIONS!

Check out http://www.youtube.com/victordemise where I will be archiving my progress with BLENDER. That assumes that there will indeed be progress. I promise to keep it interesting, if not altogether inspired. Blah blah blah...

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

My new hobby: creating things that don't exist.











Initially, I just wanted some software that would allow me to do some simple two-dimentional animation, but my buddy found this "Blender" software and I thought, "What the hell..." Now, about three weeks into my studies (there are a LOT of tutorials and help files out there) I'm beginning to get a slight grip on the software's interface, though you should really see some of the truly amazing things people are doing with it. The software is free, but be warned, the better your system, the faster, your renderings will be. Some of these took me a few minutes to design, but much l o n g e r to render (animations in particular).



Simply put, the more complex your subject is, the more time it will take. LOTS of MEMORY and a FAST proscessor are really going to enhance your experience greatly. The user interface is BRILLIANT, yet really complicated to master, I assume, as I have yet to master it. This is what I initially wanted a computer for, back in like, 1990, when I got my 486 DX2 with 4 megs of ram and a 213 mb hard drive (only cost us $1,500.00)



Go to Blender.org if you're so inclined. Have fun!

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Vic demise-“Neither”, “Nor”, and “Both”
Song List for the four disc collection:

DISC ONE

1. Only Rock and Roll (Intro)
2. Sorry I Am
3. Payphone
4. I Don’t like It
5. Falling
6. Hey Monkey
7. Babylon (3 Verse Version)
8. Don’t See Me Now
9. (You’re Still) In
10. Passion and Pride
11. Low Down Dirty Lie
12. Black and White
13. Free Stuff-No Cops
14. Drunk
15. No Trouble
16. Fuck You
17. Chernobyl (Original Demo)
18. Destination Nowhere
19. Not Any More
20. Say
21. Reflections On A Failed Relationship In An Empty Driveway

DISC TWO

1. Girls Always Know
2. Sincerely
3. It Could Be Worse
4. Your own Dumb Way
5. This Perfect Day
6. Lost The Feeling
7. Linda’s Song
8. I Can Tell
9. Given Time
10. Lullaby For Lucifer
11. Jesus
12. Passion and Pride (Sax and Harp Version)
13. Harder
14. If I-Will You?
15. Real Life
16. Babylon (Two Verse Version)
17. Letter To Joe

DISC THREE

1. Kittywompuss
2. Tom and Dave
3. Opium Den
4. Ain’t That The Song? (Inst.)
5. Groovy Horn Sequence
6. Better Days
7. Score Me Some Too
8. Backward Elephant Walk
9. Cursed
10. Dixieland Betty
11. Dumb Rock Song
12. Midi Ditty
13. Echo Jam
14. Experiment 1
15. Ah!
16. Experiment 2
17. Harder (Inst.)
18. Jane’sy Thing
19. My First Sax Song
20. Salvage
21. Tech No

DISC FOUR

1. Tom’s Bass Face
2. Untitled
3. Dr. Rhythm Raunch
4. Chernobyl (Live)
5. Mausolia (Live)
6. Hard (Live)
7. Words Of My Own (Live)
8. Ain’t That The Song? (Live)
9. Lullaby For Lucifer (Live)
10. She’s So Heavy (Intro)
11. Lithium (Nirvana Cover)
12. Waiting For Summer (34 Leaves)
13. Red (34 Leaves)
14. Blind Opportunity (34 Leaves)
15. Happy Days (34 Leaves)



Wednesday, August 15, 2007

HERE ARE THE LYRICS (Disc One and Two):


Artwork by P-Jay Fidler

“VIC DEMISE-BOTH”
(Random Acts Of Silence)

Well, here it is. I’m sorry it took so long, as so many of you have asked me for copies of my stuff for years now. I’m a lot of things, but a shameless self-promoter is not one of them. This is not the best; it’s just what I have. Most of these songs were on old cassette tapes and the quality had deteriorated from their original marginal condition. I have done what I could to revive the fidelity and clean up the hiss and hum and bring back some of the brightness and punch. Sometimes the results were just fantastic, and I was able to remove noises and pull out sounds I thought were lost to magnetic decay forever. In other cases I just did the best I could. I sort of got better at the whole preservation thing as I went along, and was even tempted to start the whole project over but a man could lose his mind trying to decide if this sounds better than that…or that.

Eventually you’ve got to just settle for something, and so I have. I hope you all like it. There are four discs in the collection. The first two are all songs written by me, the kind with lyrics. The third disc begins a compilation of instrumental tracks, mostly experiments where I was making it up as I went. sort of. The instrumentals continue into the fourth disc and the there’s a cover of Nirvana’s “Lithium” I did (for some reason), and lastly we have the four-song demo I produced and played on (a lot) for my short-lived band called “34 Leaves” whose lead vocalist was Jack Vercelli, who some of you may remember as the minister at my wedding at the Richard Ramirez “Night Stalker” murder house (oh yes, it’s true) in Glendale CA. (Our friends were living there, we didn’t seek out a creepy place to get married or anything like that).

The other musicians are as follows:
The Lizards:
Keith McNulty (Drums), the late Steve Krance (Bass) Steve Armstrong (Lead guitar)

Very special appearances by:
34 Leaves:
Joey Dyer
(guitar), Jack Vercelli (Lead Vocals)

Also:
“THE” Marty Kruse (Bass), Tom Lynch (Piano/Keyboards/Guitar)

My thanks go out to: My Mother, My Father, My lovely wife, Linda, My Sisters Jacqui and Sherri, Tracey Trotter, Travis Holder, and my only guitar teacher ever, Vishnuprem. Super special thanks to my Grandmother, Wilma Kinnamon, for tolerating my playing back when I really, really sucked.

Apologies to The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, and Nirvana for daring to even touch their music. Sorry fellas.

That said, I make most of the noises you will hear, and I take full responsibility.

I hope you will at least listen to the whole thing at least once, if not a thousand times. And feel free to make copies for anyone that might care to hear it, with my blessings.

NOTE: If you find you don’t like a song, just wait a minute.


Sorry I Am
Demise (This was my first attempt at slide guitar)

I can’t feel, and I can’t love
and I can’t raise my eyes above
my own head, my own mind
I can’t think and I can’t find
anyone, or anything
to ease the pain inside of me
Can’t hang on’ can’t let go
and I can’t begin to let you know how

sorry I am,
that I hurt you sometimes,
and I don’t mean it, no-
but it’s easier every time
Yeah, sorry I am
and I’d like to change your mind
but I don’t see it no
and I’m sorry, sorry-

I don’t know but this ain’t me
losin’ my humanity
Stay a while, see the show
We all smile, but we all know
Jesus came, and Jesus tried
And Jesus paid, when Jesus died
Jesus gave, all he had
Jesus saves, and still it’s sad how

sorry I am,
that I hurt you sometimes,
and I don’t mean it, no-
but it’s easier every time
Yeah, sorry I am
and I’d like to change your mind
but I don’t see it no
and I’m sorry, sorry-



Payphone
Demise (T. Lynch-Piano) *“Show business is a hideous bitch-goddess” –George Burns

Misclassification of the thoughts in my head
is easier said than addressed
The payphone in the gas station turned out to be dead
I still picked it up and confessed-
“Jesus, I’m a mess- and I don’t feel blessed-
Is there some reason why you wont let me rest?”

Racked with desperation I got back in my car
And pointed my wheels to the west
Where Hollywood’s mutations walk around on the stars
And feed at the bitch-goddess breast*
Jesus, they’re a mess- and they’re so distressed
Is there some reason for this goddamned test?

A small initiation
A test of my allegiance to the free
An open invitation
to make the best of my reality
A slight miscalculation
Brings the whole thing crashin’ in on me
A minor deviation
Angles off into infinity, forever…

Miscommunication, it’s a beautiful thing:
a reason to sing, I have found
The payphone in the gas station, well it started to ring
Sadly, I was nowhere around
Jesus, what’s that sound- fadin’ into the background?
Is there some reason why you’re letting me down?



I don’t like it
Demise (Thoughts on America’s Drug-War)

He wasn’t hurtin’ nobody
He was catchin’ a buzz
An all-American boy
Till ha got locked-up
He’s doin’ mandatory minimum time
He’s makin’ friends on the inside
Yeah well that’s what he gets
You say he did what he did
But would you still feel the same
if it was your kid?
This holy-war on drugs is over and done
I think the drugs just won

Shout it from the roof
Shout it from the gutter
Take a look around and say’
“I don’t like this.”
Snitchin’ on your mom
Droppin’ on your brother
To the undercover man
It ain’t right
We’ve got the freedom to just say no
But are we free to say yeah?
I don’t like it- no not one bit
I don’t like this shit

I’d sooner piss in your face
than fill your plastic cup
Then you could tell by my taste
if I am fucked-up
If I’m the victim of a victimless crime
]what’s with the hard, hard time?
We wanna turn you all on
You wanna turn us all in
Just cause you make it against the law
Don’t make it a sin
This holy-war on drugs is over and done
It’s time we all had fun



Falling
Demise (K. Mc Nulty-Drums)

Leave me alone
Let me sleep my life away
I don’t wanna face the mornin’
I don’t wanna face the day
Steve isn’t home
No they sent him far away
Just a temporary stay
Just to make his matters gray again

Unplug the phone
Throw the whole damn thing away
I got nuthin’ left to say
I don’t make sense anyway
Deep in my bones
There’s a pain, wont go away
And the doctors that I pay
Offer nuthin’ in the way of hope

How can I dream
when I can’t even sleep- my god is a creep
I’m told that he’s just like me
but that I don’t see, no that couldn’t be
cause I’m on my knees
and I don’t hear him callin’ out for me

She doesn’t know
But she’s sure that there’s a way
And she ain’t to proud to pray
For the man that made her stray
So look out below
Cause I’m fallin’ out of grace
I’ll be landing on my face
Maybe then I’ll know my place



Hey Monkey
Demise (Kind of about a cat, and a junkie)

Hey Monkey,
scratchin’ at my door
Stay Monkey,
you been here before
Hey Monkey,
why you look so bad?
You look to me like Dennis Hopper,
just kicked your ass
Yeah Monkey
I’m your friend
but you know
that it won’t last-
Monkey

Hey Monkey,
you’re always at my feet
Yeah Monkey,
I got somethin’ that you can eat
Hey Monkey,
I give you all I got
but no money
satisfies the want
Yeah Monkey,
I’m your friend
and ya’ know
that says a lot-
Monkey



Babylon
Demise (Music written Sept. 10th- Lyrics written Sept. 11th 2001)

Manhattan city towers standin’ side by side
A monument to all our power, wealth and pride
In my opinion they just build ‘em way to high
But who the hell am I to say?
Yeah, who the hell am I?

Something suicidal came out of the sky
A ball of fire as captured by the camera’s eye
And as we lapsed into to who, what, where and why
Two hundred-twenty floors collapsed in double time

Babylon the great is really fallen, fallen
Babylon the great is truly fallen, fallen

Meanwhile not to far away in Washington
The dogs of war were seated in their Pentagon
And if they’re the ones who claim to know what’s goin’ on
Well who the hell are they daddy, who the hell are they?

Something homicidal came out of the sky
A flaming arrow struck a nation in the side
When trouble-makers find themselves in troubled times
Well who can really say Momma, who can really say?

Well it’s better to be wide-awake than paranoid
And it’s better to be paranoid than be destroyed
But you better learn the methods evil men employ
And you’d better look around, brother, better look around

Something genocidal came out of the blue
And something in my bible’s finally comin’ true
And Nostrodamous made the New York Book Review
But no one had a clue, fuckin’ no one had a clue

Babylon the great is really fallen, fallen
Babylon the great is truly fallen, fallen
Babylon the great has finally fallen, fallen
Babylon the great has fucken’ fallen, fallen



Don’t See Me Now
Demise (K. Mc Nulty-Drums) For Tracey Trotter

You’ve known me a long long time
as long as I’ve known you
and people change, and that’s alright
cause that’s what people do
But lately I find that I
don’t see eye to eye
with the you that I once knew
The you that makes me cry

Don’t see me now
when all my weaknesses abound
Just see around it
You should know what I’m about

To do to you like you do to me
oh, wouldn’t that be fair?
You rub my face in misery
that masquerades as care
Now maybe I’m, out of line
This time you might be right
to bring to light those little things
I try so hard to hide

Don’t see me now
when all my weaknesses abound
Just see around it
You should know what I’m about
You should know I love you…
You should know I love you…

You’ve known me a long long time
As long as I’ve known you
People change, and that’s insane-
There’s nothing you can do
But lately I, find that I,
Don’t see eye to eye,
With the you, that I once knew
The you that makes me cry



(You’re Still) In
Demise

I never wanted to be this way
But I didn’t see it comin’
Only wanted to seize the day
Can’t believe that I was so dumb

As to believe, that you would understand
my dream but I don’t think you can
perceive, the beauty of my plan
but you’re still in

Never wanted to piss you off
I can be such a mother fuck-
I never wanted to twist your love
Just a matter of my dumb luck

That I believed, that you would understand
my needs, but I don’t think you can
perceive, the beauty of my plan
but you’re still in

Never gonna be satisfied
but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up
All I need is to know I tried
Can it possibly be enough

That I believe that you will understand
my dream, but even if you can’t perceive
the beauty of my plan
well you’re still in



Passion and Pride
Demise

I’d like to be the kind of man
that never has to worry
about things like shelter and clothing and doubt
I’d like to be the kind of man
that separates his wants from his needs
I’d like to be the kind of man
who never has to hurry
Where would I run if time was running out?
I’d like to be the kind of man
who never sold his soul out for greed

God once provided,
until men decided
to let it all ride
on their passion and pride
And we keep building higher
to keep from the fire below
And the angels are sent down
into the cement town
protecting the few
who acknowledge the call
And those who despise them
cannot recognize them at all
No not at all

Take it any way you wanna man
I gotta say you’re on a one way trip
to someplace that I’d rather not be myself
Anyone who didn’t know you like I know you
Wouldn’t even take the time of day to tell you



Low Down Dirty Lie
Demise (K. Mc Nulty-Drums/Slide Guitar)

I got a story to tell (It’s not entirely true)
about my personal hell- Be glad it’s not about you
I pull my ass outta bed- I’m feelin’ battered and blue
And I forget what you said- It only mattered to someone who’s not here
I go to get myself dressed, so I can be of some use
My fashion sense is a mess, and where the hell are my shoes?
I go to look for a job, so I can say that I tried
They said, “You look like a slob.” and damned if they weren’t right

Practicality is practically a low down dirty lie
Things go wrong so I don’t try
Sensibility is killin’ me, but it’s keeping me alive
But days like these I’d rather-

Now don’t be touchin’ that dial, my story’s only half done
You’ll soon be crackin’ a smile, cause this is where it gets fun
I ventured into the world, so I could check out the night life
I met a beautiful girl, then I remembered my wife

Practicality is practically a low down dirty lie
Things go wrong so I don’t try
Sensibility is killin’ me, but it’s keeping me alive
Days like these I’d rather-

I took a drive into town, so I could just be alone
I had to turn back around, because my speakers were blown
And when I finally got home, I found a note on my door
It cut me right to the bone, said, “you don’t live here no more”

Practicality is practically a low down dirty lie
Things go wrong so I don’t try
Sensibility is killin’ me, but it’s keeping me alive
But days like these I’d rather- play guitar
I wanna play guitar
Let me play guitar



Black and White
Demise (K. Mc Nulty-Drums/Lead Guitar) This is the ONLY song in this collection recorded in an actual studio

Black and white, there is no line
Fluctuation in my mind
Shining love and shadowed fear
Sounds of laughter, laced with tears

You and me, we had a dream
Slipped away like Vaseline
Sometimes love is so unfair
All I ever did was care for you

Things you told me, they were so untrue
That’s okay cause I was lying too
When I said I couldn’t live without you

Black and white, a photograph
Since you’ve gone, that’s all I have
Lost forever, so it seems
Yet you never left my dreams

Black and white, these words I write
Just don’t seen to make things right
I call your name, but you’re nowhere
Baby I was always there for you

Things you told me they were so untrue
That’s okay cause I was lying too
When I said I couldn’t live without you



Free Stuff-No Cops
Demise (Recorded the week of the L.A. Riots, 1992)

A white cop named “Coon” a black lawyer named “White”
And eighty-one seconds that were shot one night
And we all saw how the scene went down
Except for twelve white people from a “Simi” town
But the trial was held, and the verdict was read
And the newsman on my T.V. said:
“Ya know L.A. ain’t looked this alive
since Watts in 1965”
Well the angry crowd got out of hand
One time when a brother could’ve used the man
But left with a sense of absolute impunity
L.A. seized the opportunity
Glass started breakin’ and the people started takin’
And somethin’ in the back of my mind started sayin’
“This’ll all get worse, before it stops”
cause the T.V. said, “Free stuff, no cops”

Free stuff, no cops- Ooh yeah man
Free stuff, no cops- That’s what my T.V. said
Free stuff, no cops- Too bad man
Free stuff, no cops- That’s what the papers read
Free stuff, no cops- No justice
Free stuff, no cops- That’s what the news man said
Free stuff, no cops- to bust us
Free stuff, no cops- No guilt upon the head

While the animals were lootin’ some people started shootin’
And the city started lookin’ like downtown Beirut
And then the television showed a fire burnin’ on a side-street
Check it out! Yo man, that’s my street!
Pretty soon the whole city was on fire and
Ain’t no one ever heard a siren
There I was just sweatin’ and perspirin’
Feelin’ kind of scared and feelin’ kind of violent
Television said that the man won’t come
So I figured it was time to load my gun
And it’s gonna get worse, before it stops
Cause the T.V. said, “Free stuff, no cops



Drunk
Demise

I done a whole lotta drinkin,
but baby, I ain’t drunk
And no, my shoes ain’t stinkin’
but my feet sure got the funk
I got a hole in my jeans
and another pair in my trunk
I got a habit to feed by the mornin’
or I’ll be sunk, so sunk…
I done a whole lotta drinkin,
but baby, I ain’t drunk

I done a whole lotta thinkin’ about it,
and I don’t know
I mean you’d think by now I’d be drownin’
but it just ain’t so
I gotta hole in my pocket
and another hole in my heart
I got a bottle behind me
and another one in my car, so far…
I done a whole lotta drinkin,
but baby, I ain’t drunk



No Trouble
Demise

When you’re always in the right place, everything is wrong
I’ve been lookin’ for a dark place, that I don’t belong
Longin’ for the sweet taste of oblivion
I know that I’m a hard case, but tell me what is it you want

I was talkin’ to the Devil, on the telephone
He said, “Boy you better level with me, what the hell you on?”
I said, “I’m on my way to Heaven, Lord, I’m on my way to score
And I’m on to you, you son of a- Bet you didn’t know

But that’s cool, don’t want no trouble with you
Yeah, cool, don’t want no trouble with you.”

I was drinkin’ in my front yard, workin’ on my Dodge Dart
Lookin’ for a spare part, somethin’ like a new car
Singin’ in a sport-bar, temporary rock star
I don’t know who you are, so tell me what is it you want

I was rockin’ with the Devil, to the radio
He said, “Boy this isn’t heroin, it’s only rock n roll”
I told him I’m not holdin’ but I showed him where to go
Said, “I wouldn’t wanna be ya’ but I’ll see ya’ at the show”

He said, “Cool. Don’t want no trouble with you-
Yeah cool- Don’t want no trouble with you.”

When you’re always in the wrong place, everything is right
It’s just another hard day, and just another night
And it’s lookin’ like your girlfriend’s lookin’ for a fight
So before your little world ends, you better find out what she wants

So I’m lookin’ like the Devil, to society
But everybody’s criminal, just for being free
Pleadin’ with the cop until we finally cop a plea
And I’d appreciate it kindly if you wouldn’t mention me

And that’s cool- Don’t want no trouble with you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s cool- Don’t want no trouble with you



Fuck You
Demise ( I hope to get Tom Waits to record this someday)

Like a five o’clock shadow, on the face of a drag-queen
A scab on the lip of a beautiful girl
Like a cigarette butt, in a fresh cup of coffee
I don’t belong in this world

Kids with machine guns, remote controlled meat-grinders
Whatever happened, to bottles and stones?
The bottles are empty, the Stones have grown old
And I’m tired of singin’ alone

So fuck you, I’m leavin’, cause you don’t believe in me
Now I don’t even believe in myself
Love shouldn’t have to be, such a catastrophe
You never asked for me, and that’s just as well

If you can love this, broken-down body
And you can love this, evil mind
And I can still make you wanna do such naughty things
At least some of the time

But I’m a nightmare, in the morning
But I’m a mournful man at night
Exceedingly prayerful in times you’re not there for me
So I guess that you’re mine

But just cause I fuck you, it don’t mean I love you
And just cause you’re crying, don’t mean that I don’t
Sorry to suck you in, but I’m not above you
Cause I say I’m leaving- and you know I won’t

So fuck you I’m leavin’, cause you don’t believe in me
Now I don’t even believe in myself
You’ve got too much class to be, shakin’ your ass for me
It’s been a blasphemy, see you in hell



Chernobyl
Demise (S. Armstrong-Delayed Guitar)

Over your head
Up in the clouds
A blanket of death
A nuclear shroud
It’s a product of progress
A product of greed
It was only the Russians
But it could have been me
In Chernobyl

The town of Chernobyl
In the land of Kiev
A little misfortune
Now they’re holding their breath
And just like their banner
Their sky has turned red
And so have their faces
Except for the dead
In Chernobyl



Destination Nowhere
Demise

Destination nowhere
My motivation’s gone
Deep inside I just don’t care
But still I carry on

Sure wish I was somewhere
Somewhere I belong
Somewhere I could be myself but
Still I’m here and I’m not clear on

Where I should go
What I should do
Heading for nowhere
How about you?
Where do I go? What do I do?
Gotta go somewhere
But nowhere will do

Right behind me, don’t remind me
I don’t wanna know
They just want my soul
But it’s already sold

Just above me, that’s who loves me
That don’t ever change
Though it may sound strange
Stays the same, but please explain

Where I should go
What I should do
Heading for nowhere
How about you?
Where do I go? What do I do?
Gotta go somewhere
But nowhere will do



Not any More
Demise (T. Lynch-Piano)

God only knows why you’re alive
God only knows why you’re still breathin’
If you’ve got a mind left in your mind
You might have noticed we’re all seethin’

And I could tell you it’s alright
But that ain’t so and ya’ know it
Now only you can change your life
I may care but I just can’t show it- show it
No not any more

Lookin’ into your wasted eyes
I realize that you don’t hear me
But while you were out we all got wise
Don’t even want your guitar near me

And I could tell you it’s alright
But that ain’t so and ya’ know it
Now only you can change your mind
I may care but I just can’t show it- show it
No not any more

God only knows where you’ll go now
Even the County Jail don’t need you
Probably end up back downtown
If I come around I just might see you

But I wont tell you it’s alright
Cause that ain’t so and ya’ know it
Now only you can save your life
I may care but I just can’t show it- show it
No not any more



Say
Demise (Probably the first time I sang along with myself)

Say what you wanted to say to me
When we were standing in
The library that day
I remember the dress you wore
I remember it made me sore
To see you look that way

Say what you wanted to say to me
My mind is fixed entirely
On anything that you might say
It makes me sore to see you look that way

And I- wonder if I’m ever gonna get my head together
But I guess I’d better try
And I- wonder if I’m ever gonna tear myself apart
From the poison and the lies
And I…



Reflections on a failed relationship in an empty driveway
Demise (T. Lynch-Piano)

It’s a kick in the ass, It’s a kick in the head
She rolled up the glass, turned the key
and away she sped

If I’d had any class I would have been offended
but it seems like I’m always the last one to know
when a good thing’s ended

She, had a way she could say without speaking
a single word to me
Me, I’m afraid that she knows what I’m thinking
cause I’m thinking of how she don’t care any more what I think

Guess I’ll go in the house and get back into bed
just as soon as I’ve read and then burned every book
that she’s ever read

Just like drinking the blood of a foe who is dead
although that sort of ritual
does tend to leave your face red

She, had a way she could say without speaking
A single word to me
We, never could get along without drinking
And I’m thinkin’ of pumpin’ myself full of somethin’ right now

It’s like kickin’ a drug when you’re losin’ a girl
But it’s better than kickin’ her ass in the scheme of the world



Girls Always Know
Demise (I know, It’s long)

I say the words “I love you”-
Ya’ know I do
and I could be anything,
long as I’m something to you
I’ve been in love before,
but never true
I’ve been in love before but I never did have a clue
till the night I went home with you- you were makin’ it all come true
but I never knew love- no I never knew love till October, or was it November?
Does it matter all that much? Cause I don’t remember
And I can’t recall to save my soul- Just the same, girls always know
No I can’t recall to save my soul- Just the same, girls always know
Her body makes me feel- She makes me feel like god almighty
Her body makes me feel- She makes me feel like Lucifer
Her body makes me feel- She makes me feel like Jesus Christ
Her body makes me feel- She makes me feel I’ll come again
(Her body- Come again)
She looks good to me, when she needs me
and she needs me, believes in me
So I stay up late and I masturbate with my guitar, this is her fate
Till the morning sky begins to glow, and then I can sleep all day
Sleep all day
She looks good to me, when she needs me
And she needs me, believes in me
But I gotta get up, Gotta get up, Gotta get- Gotta get up!
But I gotta get up, Gotta get up, Gotta get- Gotta get up!
Sleep all day…
And she needs me- believes in me



Sincerely
Demise

Well I’m tryin’ to make myself better
I’m tryin’ to keep my head above water
I’m dyin’ to just give in, it’s been a long, long time
But damned if I’m not
tryin’ to keep it together
I’m tryin’ to make this rhyme, but why bother
I’m dyin’ to just forget that it’s just one more line,
and speak my mind…

Sincerely- before I lose my nerve
Stand near me- I’d almost formed the words
so clearly- now you can rest assured
you’ll hear me, if ever I remember what it was

Well I’m tryin’ to shake off the weather
I’m tryin’ to wait till it gets a bit hotter
Relying upon the seasons
to bring reason to my life
and I’m eyein’ this bottle of whiskey
and I’m tryin’ to see some sign of my father
Been lying’ about the sin I’m in, so I’ve sinned again
I just can’t win

Sincerely- before I lose my nerve
Stand near me- I’d almost formed the words
so clearly- now you can rest assured
you’ll hear me, if ever I remember what it was

well I’m tryin’ to make myself better
I’m tryin’ to keep my head above water
I’m tryin’ to make myself better
I’m tryin’ to keep my head above water
I’m tryin’ to make myself better
I’m tryin’ to keep my head



It could be worse
Demise (T. Lynch- Piano)

Hangin’ at the end of my rope
I tied a knot, and let go
of everything but my hope
It was not a lot to drop
So I keep reminding myself-
Yeah I keep reminding…

Empty, at the end of my day
I did not use again
but it won’t go away
this drug abuse intent
So I keep reminding myself-
Yeah I keep reminding myself

It could be worse, I could be dead
There could be worms inside my head
Just one more verse…

Branded till the end of my years
I hide it well, but sometimes
you can tell by my tears
when they’re sliding down my face
so I keep reminding myself
Nothing is the end of the world
And everything is fine
I’m a pig before pearls
the rest is in my mind
So I keep reminding myself
Yeah I keep reminding myself

It could be worse, I could be dead
There could be worms inside my head
Just one more verse
It could be worse



Your Own Dumb Way
Demise (K. Mc Nulty- Drums)

Take a walk in the rain, it’s okay
to get wet, try to let yourself
out of your mind
but if you can’t take the rain anymore
you just say so…
…and I’ll take you inside,
where you’ll be warm and dry

Take a ride on the bus, you can trust
All of us to awake you when
Your stop arrives
But if you wake up to find you’re alone,
far from home…
…well I’ll give you a ride,
and it’ll be alright
you may believe you’re dying- I may believe you’re right

Think about what you’re thinking right now
Tell me how, you allow the blind
Leading the blind
But if you can’t find your way anymore
You just say so…
…and I’ll turn on a light,
and it’ll be alright

Take a look at your life as a book
Does it cook? Would you bother to
read it again?
But if you just can’t pretend how it ends
Makes you happy…
…continue to write,
and it’ll be alright
No need to keep on crying- No need to dry your eyes
You know when you’ve been lying- You know when you’ve been wise
Like back when you were fryin’- Way back when you got high
When you were so damned sly in your own dumb way
So how are you tonight?



This Perfect Day
Demise (T. Lynch- Piano and Lead Guitar))

Sunshine, green ocean, blue skies, above me
Headlines, have no notion, of how fine, life can be

Now is the moment, the moment is now
and every second there in between
Up in the morning, till I fall back down
I live in a perpetual dream

And I never understood why I never got a letter
but maybe it was better that way
and I was feeling pretty bad, but now I’m feeling better
Gonna get it all together someday- yeah

This perfect day
I will surrender my will to my ways
Right where I lay
I will belong…

My mind, is open, so wide, you can see
Inside, where I’m hopin’, to find, that you’re just like me

Stop for a minute and sit yourself down
and get yourself into the scene
Then a little later when we come-around
we can talk about what went in-between

And I never understood why I never got a letter
but maybe I’m the better for that
And I was feeling pretty good, but now I’m feeling better
than a monkey in a tin-foil hat- yeah-

This perfect day
I will surrender my will to my ways
Right where I lay
I will belong…



Lost the Feeling
Demise (K. Mc Nulty- Drums)

If I could purge my soul
Put all my hate in a big black hole
If I could- let it go
If I could find where I lost control
If I could ease my doubt
I will have figured the whole thing out
but now I just don’t know
but now I just don’t know

And I feel as though I’ve, lost the feeling
that tells me how I feel at all
and now I don’t know, how I feel at all
And this state of mind that I’m revealing
never was concealed at all
Still I don’t know, how I feel

Why couldn’t you be wrong?
You always said I would be this way
Why couldn’t I be strong?
Cause I believe every word you say
Why couldn’t I be right?
I always thought that you were my friend
Why couldn’t you be mine,
when I’ve got nothing but good intentions?

And I feel as though I’ve, lost the feeling
that tells me how I feel at all
Now I don’t know, how I feel at all
But the wounds are dry, and the scabs are healing
and someday I might peel them off
but still I don’t know, how I feel

And I feel as though I’ve, lost the feeling
that tells me how I feel at all
and now I don’t know, how I feel at all
And this state of mind that I’m revealing
never was concealed at all
Still I don’t know, how I feel



Linda’s Song
Demise

Well I, got myself a bible
Got a pair of old blue jeans
Got no money, got three guitars
And the same old crazy dreams

Oh I’m gonna make then cry
Oh I’m gonna make them try
To believe
Baby like you believe in me
Tell me what more can there be?



I Can Tell
Demise (S. Armstrong- Lead Guitar)

I can tell if you walk out
you won’t be comin’ back
and I can tell if you come back
it’ll never, be the same again
then again it’s all the same
when you’re lookin’ for someone to blame

I can’t promise if you stay
the strain would go away
but I know if you should leave
I will never, be the same again
then again it’s all the same
when you’re lookin’ for someone to blame

I can tell if you walk out
you won’t be comin’ back
and I can tell if you come back
it’ll never, be the same again
then again it’s all the same
when you’re lookin’ for someone to blame



Given Time
Demise (This song was one of my first home recordings, and sort of led to all the rest)

I recall, when I was young
and no eternal shadows hung
above our heads
it was easy
but given time, we all break down
and bitterness, is passed around
between our souls

And all the while we struggle for control
and all we know is that we’ll never know
and I feel as though I’ve dug myself a hole

Once upon a better time
back in 1969
I was four, and I was fine
believe me
but given time, we all get wise
and adolescent alibis
just won’t go (any more)

And all the while we struggle for control
and all we know is that we’ll never know
and I feel as though I’ve dug myself a hole

yeah I feel as though I’ve dug myself a hole



Lullaby For Lucifer
Demise

And so goodbye
You won’t be catchin’ me cryin’
Cause after all of your lyin’
I’m finally seein’ the light

Now let me be
I ain’t got nothin’ to say to you
Hell no I’m not gonna pray to you
It took a long, long time to get you out of my mind

And now you’re gone
You know that I’ll carry on
You’ve done me nothin’ but wrong
But I’ll be there at the dawn

Now let me be
I don’t want nothin’ to do with you
I’ll be so glad to be through with you
It took a long, long time to get you out of my mind

So step aside
This ain’t no matter of pride
There’s nothin’ left to decide
I’ve taken my last ride

Now let me be
I never really did care for you
And I’m not here to be there for you
It took a long, long time to get you out of my mind



Jesus
Demise (Note the Sax and Toy Banjo)

Jesus
Jesus
Where are you now?
Please bring me down

Jesus
Jesus
Where are you now?
Please bring me down

The Lord is my Sheppard, I shall not want
The Lord is my Sheppard, I shall not want
The Lord is my Sheppard, I shall not want

But I wanna come down
But I wanna come down
But I wanna come down right now

Jesus bring me down]
Jesus bring me down
Jesus bring me down

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil
I shall fear no evil
I shall fear no evil



Harder
Demise (My first computer-based song)

Wow
Keeps getting’ harder
Just gets easier
Ooh

(I probably didn’t need to type these lyrics, but it’s just so funny)



If I- Will You?
Demise (A slow, weird version of a very different song)

If I call out,
Will you hear me?
If I let you see my dark side,
Will you fear me?
If I touch you,
Will you feel me?
If I show you where the pain is,
Will you heal me?

If I transmit,
Will you receive?
If I witness,
Will you believe?
(If I trust you,
Will you deceive me?
If I love you,
Girl will you leave?)

If I scream
Will you help me?
If I ask you for an answer
Will you tell me?
If I dream
Will it free me?
If I shine amidst this chaos
Will you see me

If I drop right down
to my knees
If I beg you,
If I say please
Will you love me,
Or is it that easy?
Come on darlin’,
That’s all I need



Real Life
Demise (K. Mc Nulty- Drums. This is actually TWO TAKES of the song, recorded at different places, on different days, that incredibly, synced-up!)

Do you like livin’ life
the way that we’re livin’ life now?
We sit home every night,
staring at the black and white,
We’re a couple of cows
While the real world passes us by
Ya know I sometimes just wanna cry

Ya know I’ve tried near everything
and all I wanna do is sing loud
but the bills keep stackin’ up
the good times are backin’ up
I just don’t know how
But there’s a real world right outside
I want to feel like a part of it every night

I want a real life baby, I feel life callin’ to me

Ya know it can’t smell like a rose
livin’ with a sociopath
But when we never go anywhere,
how am I supposed to care
if I’m in need of a bath?
Cause there’s a real world under my nose
You can stay if you wanna but let me go

I want a real life baby, I feel life callin’ to me

Do you like livin’ life
the way that we’re livin’ life now?
We sit home every night,
you and me we’re such a sight
Don’t you wanna get out?

Cause there’s a real world just out the door
Ya know I don’t know what we’ve been waitin’ for

I want a real life baby, I feel life callin’ to me



Letter To Joe
Demise(“So cool it’s stupid!” Copyright 2001)

Well I got so cool that I got stupid
I made the same mistakes as you did
All’s I know is I got through it

I made my bed, there’s no more lyin’
Now I’m not clean, but I’ve been tryin’
Always something I’m relying on

Well I wrote this on a borrowed banjo
It sounds like shit, but man oh man Joe
it don’t know the glory of your hands

I traded in my drugs for four different pills
and now I can’t do nothin’ God doesn’t will

So praise the Lord
and c’mon back to California
I’m so bored
but hey man, that’s not what’s important
It’s the words that make the song
It’s the hurt that don’t belong
Hey Joe you don’t go solo till you’re gone

Well I hope you still got all your fingers
cause there’s this melody that lingers
I should know, I was the singer, well anyway

Now I’ve lost track of everything
My past is like a broken string
and pearls of memory fall to the floor

And I’ve lost track of everybody
I ain’t seen Jack in ages
but if sentiment’s contagious, he might call

If Heaven’s all around us we sure
took one major fucken’ detour
If you see Magda, don’t believe her



Hard (Live)
S. Armstrong-Music/V. Demise- Lyrics (This was my favorite song to sing live)

This is me,
standin’ on a plywood platform
This is me,
my love
This is me-
Don’t you ask me what did I do that for
Cause this is me,
my love

And it’s, so hard,
to live with my weakness,
and it’s, so hard,
dealin’ with you
and I work, so hard,
it drains the uniqueness
from my, guitar-
Baby let me play it for you

And it’s, so hard
I feel so defeated
Cause it’s, so hard
What can I do?
And my- my guitar
Who the hell needs it?
I’m no- rock star
And neither are you

Friday, June 08, 2007

Sorry friends, I've been very busy, being lazy!


Hello to my old friends whom I have found again after SO long- Marty K. and Adam D. It's good to be back in touch.


No updates on the court thing really. They are supposedly planning to offer me a "deal" which means a reduction in the fine I would have to pay (from like $350.00 to $100.00) but that is not the issue here. The issue is one of my right to privacy, and my right to safe in my home from unnecessary BULLSHIT. So now there is a tentative court date on August 28th (preceeded by a meeting in which they plan to offer me that crappy "deal" on August 21st) so they really want to push this thing and bring me to trial for two grams of weed. Whatever.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

UPDATE>>>No news is good news.




It seems to me that I'm engaged in a game of chicken with the local D.A. in that I'm hoping he does not want to have a jury trial over two grams of pot, and I belive he would have me plead guilty to avoid the same trial. I'm guessing here. My court day came and went. It was over in ten seconds- literally. When it was over I had a yellow piece of paper, exactly like the one I left court with last time, only with a different date on it. THEORETICALLY, they're going to go ahead with the jury trial, which I don't really see happening. My lawyer pointed out that I could end up oweing some legal fees if I fight this. I told her, "I don't care. It's a bullshit charge. Pardon my language."
She (my lawyer) still plans to file a motion to supress the evidence, but I'm not counting on that. See, this is why we have an ACLU, ya' know? I have to fight. It's just wrong to just knock on someone's door and detain and grill them for, well, however long they took. They had no complaint, they didn't even know who I was. They didn't smell anything. In fact they were there on the property for a specific reason, which had nothing to do with me. It's just plain bullshit, and I have to stand up for myself. I know the judge wouldn't stand for that sort of treatment, and I expect the same courtesy. STAY TUNED...

Thursday, April 05, 2007

The Bitch ain't "back"- he never left.



Well, I had typed my whole life story, and then lost it. Not really. But I did lose the post. Mostly it just said that Elton John rocked his own "party" (Let's face it, that thing on TV was not the party, which leads me to wonder, who's playing his real party?)
Normally I wouldn't watch that sort of thing, but I only have six channels out here, so it was the best non-repeat thing on.
My "step-dad " Travis Holder has the distinction of being the man who actually booked Elton's first United States appearance at the Troubador in L.A. against the advisement of Doug Weston, the club's owner (at the time at least). The rest is history. Anyone else remember Elton John being on the cover of every single fucking magazine in existence back in the 70s? He was bigger than the Beatles, who were roumered to be bigger than Jesus. My big sister went nuts on Elton. Her bedroom covered from floor to ceiling with ELTON!! I however had the good taste to go the Star Wars route in my room. Yeah...Star Wars...Stylin'.
I still remember the morning Elton died, to me. I was sleeping at a friends house, and I woke up to "Don't go breakin' my heart"- it was catchy, it was awful. Just awful. And back then they just played the shit out of everything, so it was one of those songs that just wouldn't go away. But everything he did before that, piece of crap, was pretty damn good. I wasn't a fan really, but it sure got played a lot in my house, as well as the radio, so it becomes a part of you. Funny, I probably know the words to his stuff better than my wacko-fan sister.
In closing, it was a pretty good performance for an old man. Amazing fingers. Not bad for a guy who almost killed himself a few times back then. A good thing too. He'd have missed the party.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY...ya' weirdo.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

It's time to go to war, again?


Here we are, the Bush gang is gonna do it again. They're looking for an excuse. They may have even orchestrated an excuse. You don't poke the bear, even if it's a little one, unless you're ready to wrestle said bear. America is not ready for a bear-fight. Stretched thin, our troops are at the breaking point, and PTSD is taking a toll on the minds of our country's children.

We have half the world pissed-off at us, and it seems, we don't care. We're the bully on the playground. Self-appointed hall monitors of the planet. We don't care if we're liked, cause we can kick (nuke)your ass. Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself. I've heard roumors of some big military action near the end of the week. What's with all the battleships in the gulf there anyway? In the last six and a half years or so, I've learned to trust my gut, and my gut says, "From the mind of Mr. dumb, something wicked this way comes."

Monday, April 02, 2007

I'm on my 6th body, theoretically.




`Today is my 42nd birthday. Amazing. That's at least twelve years longer than I expected to live back in my teens. I owe it all to marriage. I've no doubt that without my loving wife, I'd be long dead.


They say (you know, "them" or "they") that you get a totally new body every seven years. That is, all the matter in your body gets replaced every seven years by the food you eat, the water you drink, the air you breath. I like beliving that. It's a tidy little theory, but I doubt it's entirely true. I'll bet some of that matter hangs around for decades, maybe more.


So, for the sake of simplicity we'll call it my 6th body. So far, I've probably smoked thirty cigarettes today. Can't seem to stop myself. I've had a couple shots of vodka too- hey, It's my birthday. So, I'm well on my way to abusing my 6th body. Do I deserve a seventh?


Anyway, it's been a good day. I spent it with my wife doing nothing, listening to NPR, smoking, and I topped it all of with some awsome beef tacos from the local burrito shack. They were yummy, I tell ya'. Also downloaded this new audio software called "Audacity" which is pretty nice for a free program. What it lacks in features, it makes up for in plain simplicity. You barely need to know what you're doing, and you're multi-tracking. Cool.


I'm still waiting on this print (above) I bought on ebay (my present) of Elliott Smith. It was a little expensive, but it's signed by the artist and done on canvis. About 14'x14". It has a sort of surreal religious tragic creepy beauty, and it was featured in an article in SPIN magazine. That's cool enough for me.

Also, I've gotten a couple of comments recently. Someone actually read my "Ride the pig" story, and left a supportive comment. Thanks. It means a lot. I don't tell people to "read my blog" or anything. It's just here. Mostly for me. I try to write it as if it will be read by someone, and sometimes, it is...read...by someone.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

It's not like it was heroin...


April 11th. That's the day I go to court for that posession charge (see story: "The one about the cops-Ride the pig" below) I get a little nervous when I think about it, seeing as I've been to jail once before. 1995ish. Long story, but let's just say I don't want to go back. The brothers and the homeys all said I'd be back, and for eleven years I've proved them wrong. I'm not looking at anything more than a FINE and PROBATION, but that's unaccepable. I'm fighting this. It was wrong. Still, I get nervous. And no...this is not an APRIL FOOLS DAY entry.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

NEW E.S. ALBUM COMING SOON!



And here's the cover to the new Elliott Album. If you care, do a search, as there is a lot of leaked info, including a list of songs (which I don't have handy) though some die-hard fans may already have some, even most, of these recordings, I would expect the sound to be superior, and I hope to find some more fleshed-out versions than I've heard as of yet (I'm hoping to hear "See you in Heaven" with lyrics. That'd be real sweet.)

Okay!! I've got my WinXP!! (Just gotta work out the bugs...)

The little problem I was having with the missing cursor (Curses!) seems to have been remedied now that I've upgraded my OS with something six years old (win XP) as opposed to seven (win ME), I guess.
At any rate, this should put an end to the tedious method I was forced to employ in order to get my writings to my blog. This should make for more spontaneiety in future entries. Thanks for bearing with me- both of you. (Thus far I've only recieved two comments, so both of them.)
In the hours, days, weeks, months, to come, I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the defendant did willfully, maliciously, and with a total disregard for any measure of human decency, insert his.....wait. What was I thinking?

Friday, March 16, 2007

The one about the cops-Ride the PIG!

God, forgive me. I HATE the fuckin’ cops. Sure lots of people do, some of them because they’re actually criminals who have something to hide, you know, people who victimize others, people who hurt, or steal, or whatever. That’s not me. I mind my business. Heck, I hardly ever even leave my home! And yet, “on or about” December 11 2006, I was sitting in my crappy trailer with my neighbor (name withheld), talking about her relationship problems with her somewhat of an asshole boyfriend. Out of nowhere, there was a voice from outside. “Hello!! Sheriff’s Department!!” So I went to my door to see what was up.
I stepped outside (my first mistake) and met up with two Riverside County Deputies and two other people in civilian clothes. I extended my hand to shake the hand of one of the officers (second mistake) as I said, “What can I do for you?” He immediately grabbed my hand, spun me around, and proceeded to frisk me. There was nothing in my pockets except my Zippo lighter. Then began the questions, some of them quite inappropriate. Things like, “Are there any drugs in the house?” I told them I had prescription pain meds in my house. “What do you take those for?” they asked. “That’s none of your business- That’s my personal medical information” They continued to grill me as to the nature of my condition, so finally, annoyed, I relented, and said, “Arthritis- Is THAT satisfactory?” They then asked if there was anyone else in the house. I told them my neighbor was inside. They asked her name a proceeded to call her out of the house, and began to question her as well. One thing they asked was her age (she is twenty). “Oh, c’mon, you aren’t twenty. How old are you really?” Apparently, they were convinced that I had an under-aged girl in my house, which in and of itself is not a crime, so they must have believed there was something sexual going on and that they had a pedophile on their hands (the sick fucks!).
At some point I asked them why they were even there. “We’re here assisting the county inspectors.” Those are the people who make sure all the brush has been properly cleared on the property and other such things. Now, county inspectors have nothing to do with anything that’s going on inside my house. In fact the inspectors come out every year, without any police escort- and there has NEVER been any sort of incident that would warrant them needing a law enforcement escort. Essentially they used the occasion to conduct a random interragation.
“Do you mind if we have a look inside the house?”
“Yes I mind. Get a warrant.” I said.
“Listen- If we have to come back with a warrant we’ll wait until your wife is here, and we’ll tear your shit up.” Then one of them added, “Well, you know, you’re technically under arrest, so we are allowed to search your house.”
“What does that mean? Technically??? Are you going to read me my rights?” It seems they knew they were full of shit, so they kept asking me to let them search the premises, and I kept telling them to “GET A WARRANT.”
“If you’ve got nothing to hide, you shouldn’t have a problem with us looking around. You sure there’s no drugs in there?” At this point it had been about thirty minutes since this whole thing started, and they had me sitting on a plastic milk crate. I hadn’t taken my pain medication yet that morning/afternoon, so I was getting pretty uncomfortable. I guess that’s why, in hopes of ending this unpleasantness I said, “Look, I’ve got about a gram a marijuana in there.”
“You mid getting it for us?”
“Yes, I do mind.” They were baffled.
“Why not?”
“Because, it’s mine.” I need it. The pills make me nauseous.
Now they were REALLY baffled. They knew I had narcotics inside, yet they had no warrant- No permission to go get it- and I was not about to give it up. Once again I told them to get a warrant.
They kept pressuring me to get the offending plant matter for them for about another ten minutes, all the while still detaining my neighbor too. I was getting really uncomfortable for lack of medication, and I felt bad that my friend had been dragged into this crap along with me, so I finally said (my third mistake, at least) that if it would end this, I’d get the marijuana for them.
They allowed me to go in, alone, and I very quickly re-emerged with the devil weed (all the while praising Satan under my breath).
Now this part bothers me the most. Even after I gave it up, they still insisted on searching my home.
“How about you let just one of us go in there with you and look around? ”You can pick either one of us.”
“Okay, ONE of you. You. (I picked the one I hated the least)Just so you can see that there’s no meth labs or dead hookers or whatever it is you think you’re gonna find- but I don’t want you going through my drawers and shit- just look. I don’t need you going through the tattered remains of my life.” Mostly, the place was a mess, and I hadn’t counted on guests.
“Well, he’s the lead officer on this so, he should go.” So much for me picking the one I wanted.
“Whatever. Fine.”
So one of the fucks went into the house with me and had a cursory look around. There was nothing to see so we went back outside.
Then they asked me about an old refridgerator, about fifty yards from my place. It wasn’t mine, nor had it ever been, I am not the landlord, or the property manager. In short- not my problem.
“Well, you’re going to be getting a ticket for that.” Whatever. “By the way, do you have a medical marijuana card?” I told them no. “Well it wouldn’t matter anyway.” later found out that it actually would matter. I happen to be in one of the few counties, in one of the few states, where having such a card does matter. Liars
They wrote me up a ticket, though I didn’t know if it was for the refrigerator or the weed. Turns out, the weed, which, all said and done, is only a ticket.
Jumping ahead to my court date, I plead not guilty, and applied for a public defender. This meant I had to come back again to be assigned an attorney. Oh what fun. My defender seems to agree with me that this was an illegal seizure, or something along those lines, and plans to file a “motion to suppress.” If I can get my neighbor to testify as to the fact that I repeatedly asked them to get a warrant, and that they said I was, “technically under arrest”, should make my case a slam-dunk. Unfortunately, my neighbor has moved to San Diego, ironically because the Sheriffs Dept. was in their home, poking around, without a warrant no less. This caused them to pack up and move out that very evening. Fortunately I have stayed in touch with her and she should be able to help me, as long as she can get up here, and my Public Defender says they can possibly arrange transportation. How cool would that be?

CUT TO THREE MONTHS LATER-MARCH 12,2007

“BANG!!!” That’s how these pricks knock on my door. Yeah, they’re back. They’re actually back!! I had been awake for almost three days, re-aquainting myself with my new computer, tracking some bids on ebay, etc, and I had just barely fallen asleep when the knock- no, BANG, came at my flimsy trailer door. Damned if it wasn’t the same fucking fucks. (Fuck!) This time however, there was no stepping outside, no friendly handshake, no mistakes.
“You mind stepping out here?” They didn’t even know my damned name!
“Absolutely not!”
”Do you mind if we come in?”
“Hell yes I mind!! Get a warrant. What do you want?”
“We’re here with the inspectors again.” And yet, I saw no inspectors.
“Well, where are they?”
They motioned up the road, “Up there by that white SUV.” I saw the SUV, but not the inspectors.
“Well then you’re not really with them then are you?”
“We need to speak to you as a representative of the property.”
They were trying to trick me outside again. “I’m not a representative of shit! LEAVE ME ALONE!”
“Do you have any warrants for you arrest? Are you on probation? Parole? Are there any drugs in the house? Blah blah blah…?”
“No. No. No. No. Now fuck off!!” (Oh yes I did.)
“Well we’re going to go check on all that.”
“You have fun. Bye “ And that’s how that ended. They did not come back. I’m more concerned with why they were there at all. I have a pending court case against these very fucks, so as far as I’m concerned this was harassment and/or intimidation of the police variety. Oh, and they asked me my name, meaning even after citing me three months earlier they still didn’t know whose door they were banging on.
In case it was lost in the story, these guys had no reason to knock on my door three months ago, there had been no complaint made, I hadn’t even been smoking that morning, so it wasn’t like they smelled it either, so the only reason I can figure they knocked that day is because they didn’t know I was fighting the ticket they’d given me, and thought I’d be on probation for the possession charge, in which case they pretty much don’t need a warrant any more. (Most people I saw in court with the same charge were making guilty pleas.)
It’s just plain bullshit. You can’t just go door to door fishing for crimes. You can’t just detain someone for upwards of hour without any evidence of a crime having been committed. You the reader may not care for pot, or for the people who use it but someone has to stand up against these pigs that think they don’t have to play by the rules,(their rules) particularly when they think most people don’t know what their rights are. Don’t be mislead, I’m doing this, for me, not for the rest of you. I don’t want a fucking possession charge on my record, for what I do in my own home. I overcame all the hard drugs, the bad drugs. To go down now, over two joints, would just be a shame.–V.D.