New York City Will Provide
My friends who run Cinders Gallery went out of town for a wedding. I watched the store for a day.
That night, we went out.
Desctructo Party
We had no plans, but heard of a party. We got there and they were blasting bad technoish music through a giant busted amp. The music sucked but we danced with abandon. Later, we realized it was a 'demolition party.' For awhile now, people in lofts have been getting kicked out. The city doesn't care and the landlords have all the money and power, so the people getting kicked out throw a party and invite everyone to fuck shit up and have one last good time before the place is converted to more overpriced condos for rich people.
Grindin'
Earlier in the night, we ate Bi Bim Bop. Amy had a packet of Vietnamese instant coffee that she swore by. Ike is a huge coffee head so he popped it like a Pixie Stick. We thought that would be a great product: Sweet Instant Coffee Pixie Sticks. We would call it 'Grind.'
For the rest of the night we imagined 'Grind' taking over the country. We imagined solemn documentaries about the "Grind Scurge of the Late Oughts." Then we kept passing the Grind under the table, pouring a handful and sucking it down. "Do I have any on my teeth?"
I want to do a video about the dangers of Grind. It would show a Grind Lab where I concoct a batch of the stuff in a dirty bathroom. Then we'd see a hidden video of a pretty white girl buying Grind from my local Puerto Rican gangbanger kids. Eventually, Ike would ride up in a pimped out ride, giving the kids a new batch to sell.
Anyway, at about four int he morning, we did 'lines' of 'Grind.' Like I said, we thought it was hilarious.
