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something amazing happened last night after i was driving home from seeing borat...
let me preface by saying that i was high, and i only smoke maybe once every two or three months, so when i do, i get high out of my mind and i enjoy it that much more.
i was driving alone late at night through a windy-hilly section of los angeles, with only me and the car behind me on the road. now i was going a bit under the 45 mph speed limit and driving extremely cautiously given my condition. i don't think that was to the liking of the car behind me, because i kept looking in my rearview mirror and i could see his blaringly bright lights inching up closer to me. i would accelerate a little bit to increase the gap between us, only for him to increase his speed as well. being high, i was becoming tantamountingly distraught at these two bright headlights that were on my tail and wouldn't let up. i didn't want to go faster, and i didn't want him on my ass like that. my eyes kept darting back and forth between the road in front of me, and the lights in my rearview mirror. driving down this windy road i began to get more and more angry at whoever the driver was, and this pseudo-chase he had created. as i glared back at his lights in my mirror, i thought i'd he'd be following me all night.
one eye on the road, one eye on the mirror.
until i got to wilshire blvd, a multi-laned street in the heart of los angeles lined on either side with highrisers and towers. i made a right turn onto this ever-crowded boulevard, and to my relief, he proceeded to go straight. as i made my right turn i looked again into my rearview mirror, smiling in victory to see that he was no longer behind me. and at that moment, and i mean at that EXACT moment as i looked into the mirror, my radio, Indie 103.1, began playing the familiar introductory notes of
rearviewmirror
the timing was uncanny. the setting was cinematic. the feeling other-wordly. high, accelerating down wilshire boulevard with the cars and the city lights flashing by, looking back to see my tailgater no longer behind me...
i gather speed with you fucking with me once and for all, i'm so far away finally the shades are raised
it was unsettling how the illusion all came together like that. i was living the song. each note, each lyric. it had never made so much sense. it was trippy. it was surreal.
saw things so much clearer once you were in my rearviewmirror
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Thats a crazy coincidence.
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nice. its little instances like this that make music such an amazing thing. but when people pull that shit on me and i can't change lanes i slow down as much as possible without attraction attention. or if its a two lane road i pull alongside a car in the other lane and drive at the same speed. sorry, but i'm an ass.
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nice. its little instances like this that make music such an amazing thing. but when people pull that shit on me and i can't change lanes i slow down as much as possible without attraction attention. or if its a two lane road i pull alongside a car in the other lane and drive at the same speed. sorry, but i'm an ass.
yes, catepillar, your are! . You may want to consider some type of counseling for road rage. Not ony is it unhealthy, but venting your frustrations through immature retribution is only spinning your wheels, no pun intended . Dig it, live it ladies and gents.
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welcome to the board
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something amazing happened last night after i was driving home from seeing borat...
let me preface by saying that i was high, and i only smoke maybe once every two or three months, so when i do, i get high out of my mind and i enjoy it that much more.
i was driving alone late at night through a windy-hilly section of los angeles, with only me and the car behind me on the road. now i was going a bit under the 45 mph speed limit and driving extremely cautiously given my condition. i don't think that was to the liking of the car behind me, because i kept looking in my rearview mirror and i could see his blaringly bright lights inching up closer to me. i would accelerate a little bit to increase the gap between us, only for him to increase his speed as well. being high, i was becoming tantamountingly distraught at these two bright headlights that were on my tail and wouldn't let up. i didn't want to go faster, and i didn't want him on my ass like that. my eyes kept darting back and forth between the road in front of me, and the lights in my rearview mirror. driving down this windy road i began to get more and more angry at whoever the driver was, and this pseudo-chase he had created. as i glared back at his lights in my mirror, i thought i'd he'd be following me all night.
one eye on the road, one eye on the mirror.
until i got to wilshire blvd, a multi-laned street in the heart of los angeles lined on either side with highrisers and towers. i made a right turn onto this ever-crowded boulevard, and to my relief, he proceeded to go straight. as i made my right turn i looked again into my rearview mirror, smiling in victory to see that he was no longer behind me. and at that moment, and i mean at that EXACT moment as i looked into the mirror, my radio, Indie 103.1, began playing the familiar introductory notes of
rearviewmirror
the timing was uncanny. the setting was cinematic. the feeling other-wordly. high, accelerating down wilshire boulevard with the cars and the city lights flashing by, looking back to see my tailgater no longer behind me...
i gather speed with you fucking with me once and for all, i'm so far away finally the shades are raised
it was unsettling how the illusion all came together like that. i was living the song. each note, each lyric. it had never made so much sense. it was trippy. it was surreal.
saw things so much clearer once you were in my rearviewmirror
it was downright perfect.
were you still high when you wrote this? I think you were..... but fuckin' sweet dude.
So what did you think of borat? I thought it was off the wall funny..............
something amazing happened last night after i was driving home from seeing borat...
let me preface by saying that i was high, and i only smoke maybe once every two or three months, so when i do, i get high out of my mind and i enjoy it that much more.
i was driving alone late at night through a windy-hilly section of los angeles, with only me and the car behind me on the road. now i was going a bit under the 45 mph speed limit and driving extremely cautiously given my condition. i don't think that was to the liking of the car behind me, because i kept looking in my rearview mirror and i could see his blaringly bright lights inching up closer to me. i would accelerate a little bit to increase the gap between us, only for him to increase his speed as well. being high, i was becoming tantamountingly distraught at these two bright headlights that were on my tail and wouldn't let up. i didn't want to go faster, and i didn't want him on my ass like that. my eyes kept darting back and forth between the road in front of me, and the lights in my rearview mirror. driving down this windy road i began to get more and more angry at whoever the driver was, and this pseudo-chase he had created. as i glared back at his lights in my mirror, i thought i'd he'd be following me all night.
one eye on the road, one eye on the mirror.
until i got to wilshire blvd, a multi-laned street in the heart of los angeles lined on either side with highrisers and towers. i made a right turn onto this ever-crowded boulevard, and to my relief, he proceeded to go straight. as i made my right turn i looked again into my rearview mirror, smiling in victory to see that he was no longer behind me. and at that moment, and i mean at that EXACT moment as i looked into the mirror, my radio, Indie 103.1, began playing the familiar introductory notes of
rearviewmirror
the timing was uncanny. the setting was cinematic. the feeling other-wordly. high, accelerating down wilshire boulevard with the cars and the city lights flashing by, looking back to see my tailgater no longer behind me...
i gather speed with you fucking with me once and for all, i'm so far away finally the shades are raised
it was unsettling how the illusion all came together like that. i was living the song. each note, each lyric. it had never made so much sense. it was trippy. it was surreal.
saw things so much clearer once you were in my rearviewmirror
it was downright perfect.
Great story! But man....you got to keep up to the speed limit, that's why I followed so close, 45 mph remember, you were going like 33. It was the weaving in and out of your lane that really became annoying, I wasn't sure how much longer I could take it. Great story though!
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waverider wrote:
pearl diddy wrote:
something amazing happened last night after i was driving home from seeing borat...
let me preface by saying that i was high, and i only smoke maybe once every two or three months, so when i do, i get high out of my mind and i enjoy it that much more.
i was driving alone late at night through a windy-hilly section of los angeles, with only me and the car behind me on the road. now i was going a bit under the 45 mph speed limit and driving extremely cautiously given my condition. i don't think that was to the liking of the car behind me, because i kept looking in my rearview mirror and i could see his blaringly bright lights inching up closer to me. i would accelerate a little bit to increase the gap between us, only for him to increase his speed as well. being high, i was becoming tantamountingly distraught at these two bright headlights that were on my tail and wouldn't let up. i didn't want to go faster, and i didn't want him on my ass like that. my eyes kept darting back and forth between the road in front of me, and the lights in my rearview mirror. driving down this windy road i began to get more and more angry at whoever the driver was, and this pseudo-chase he had created. as i glared back at his lights in my mirror, i thought i'd he'd be following me all night.
one eye on the road, one eye on the mirror.
until i got to wilshire blvd, a multi-laned street in the heart of los angeles lined on either side with highrisers and towers. i made a right turn onto this ever-crowded boulevard, and to my relief, he proceeded to go straight. as i made my right turn i looked again into my rearview mirror, smiling in victory to see that he was no longer behind me. and at that moment, and i mean at that EXACT moment as i looked into the mirror, my radio, Indie 103.1, began playing the familiar introductory notes of
rearviewmirror
the timing was uncanny. the setting was cinematic. the feeling other-wordly. high, accelerating down wilshire boulevard with the cars and the city lights flashing by, looking back to see my tailgater no longer behind me...
i gather speed with you fucking with me once and for all, i'm so far away finally the shades are raised
it was unsettling how the illusion all came together like that. i was living the song. each note, each lyric. it had never made so much sense. it was trippy. it was surreal.
saw things so much clearer once you were in my rearviewmirror
it was downright perfect.
Great story! But man....you got to keep up to the speed limit, that's why I followed so close, 45 mph remember, you were going like 33. It was the weaving in and out of your lane that really became annoying, I wasn't sure how much longer I could take it. Great story though!
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