thanks Merc blog for this one, a ton of gems I've never even seen. My favorite is at 1:56 for some reason I kept watching that one over and over...
Before I moved to Portland from Wisconsin, about a week before I moved, I had a dream that I was out with my sister and her friends (which, occurred almost exactly how I had dreamed it, but that's not the main point) and we were having a gay old time (a couple of my sisters friends were gay, but that's not the point either) and throughout the dream, I had the complete feeling of relief. Like a giant weight that living in the midwest had created for me, was just lifted off my back. The anxiety, depression, and general bad vibes that I had just come to expect as a reality of living in Milwaukee or my suburban hometown was just gone, and when the plane landed in Portland a couple weeks after I had the dream, that was exactly how it went.
So when I go back there it is interesting to realize that this wasn't just a case of early adult boredom and angxt cured by a fresh environment. I honestly feel like shit when I'm back there to visit. I love my Dad, and I need to visit with him from time to time, but being there is like being in an absolute fucking prison (with the exception of my aunt and uncles summer home on the chain of lakes in Waupaca, that is an island in the stream of a chain of lakes. Huh?).
I don't think I ever want to go back there. Mabes I just dont ever want to leave Portland (?)
I love those Gossip dudes, don't misunderstand me. They are all hilarious, interesting and generous people. But I also recognize that there are only so many "hipsters" in the world, and once you get to a certain level of fame, your crowd starts to change. And it's usually not for the better. I would definitely love to not have to scramble to find a job every time we come back from tour, tour on a bus every time, have someone take care of me like a man baby, get more than 20 people at our shows, and a lot of other perks that come with a high level of fame. But when it starts to look like they were passing out free tickets at the Cheesecake Factory to fill up the audience at the Jimmy Kimmel Show, it makes me wonder what I'm shooting for...
Jeremy McIntosh (27), aka MAC, deliberately crashed his car "repeatedly" into a Detroit, Michigan lingerie store, Intimate Ideas, because he said they had refused to hire him. The damage to the store was estimated at $3,000. When Jeremy was arrested he was wearing "facial makeup, lipstick, blue Capri pants, red flip-flops, a flowery blouse and a matching flowery women’s bra." He also claimed he was homeless, and had nowhere to go, so he asked to be taken to jail, even though he owned the car he drove into the store.