AZ’s “DIARY OF A DAMNED MAN”

 AZ and ultraviXXXen and model Jodie Gemini

Some of the photos on this entry are from an event I went to last Saturday with a handful of friends and ultravixxxens. The hosts and hostesses were great, however many of the guest did not quite know how to handle themselves around my models and anyone with a hint of fame in their lives. I was there till 7 AM helping to kick people out of the mammoth Wrigleyville manor and break up fights. I did however meet a couple extremely talented people and made quite a few friends. The master of ceremonies and his gal were both passed out in different locations and the place was a mess. I hadn’t seen anything like this in years. Again, the hosts were great people, however many of the guests, male and female alike were total and complete text book examples of ASSHOLES.

  

 Megan and Jodie

 Jay, AZ, Jodie and Megan share a drink

 

 Our host Michael

Jodi and Megan left early due to them being uncomfortable and from what I was able to tell, disrespected. Alicia who I’ve missed very much appeared as did Kendra. A big surprise was my friend Kelly, an artsy lil thing from Lincoln Park who joined us. Let’s hope we didn’t manage to scare her away. 

I had the pleasure of meeting a young woman one of the 2 Pseudo-Edie’s in attendance, this one more of the role than the other. She played on a 5 string nearly untuned guitar and sang like Janis and some other. Why this beauty isn’t on a talent show like American Idol or Rock Star I’ll never know. Well, for sure American Idol won’t take anyone that plays and sings their own music. But she will eventually be discovered, especially if I can do anything about it.

 

 That’s Jay

 Now what could be so funny about that DVD?

 

 Group hug! Is that Edie?

 

Kelly takes a break.

Again, I left for home a bit after 7 AM so I knew it was going to be a long weekend being that I had a late Valentines Day to celebrate w/ Shelly upon her arrival. And she made the drive by 330 PM-ish and I had slept till only before noon, so I was dead dead dead. Luckily my house was clean and I didn’t have any cooking planned.

 

 Or is THAT Edie? (this woman can and did sing)

When my best half arrived I had bestowed upon her a bevy of gifts which I will not disclose here not due to their nature but because it would be considered bragging and if she wants anyone to know, when in her own way will. And she already has. And I have at least in my opinion had one of eh best times of my life shopping for an individual.

Shelly had a bag of goodies for me but one that really busted my nuts, other than the usual that is was one of the most creative gestures anyone has ever created for me. Knowing I’m an old school Batman collector she took several or was it one The Batman Valentines Greetings and cut and crafted them into a rose. This token now hangs on the board above my desk at work

We had a bottle or 2 of Mead and grabbed a cab and made out 930 reservations at Fogo De Chao. We stuffed ourselves like carnivorous ravaged beasts and then took a cab over to the 313 Suspension exhibition, which we didn’t manage to last in the company very long due mostly to the fact I was feeling a bit too intoxicated and like to get home with my gal before I get much more “that” way. Yup, this one is a good influence.

 

 She skiped D&D for what?

 

 I think is Edie re-incarnate 

We woke up early and knew we had to be in Indiana. I had it in my mind that I was going to cook Jambalaya, and I got it started and decided it would take a lot longer to make it right. I had planned on taking it to her aunts who I was meeting for the first time. And we packed but didn’t pack enough, because we packed in a hurry, still exhausted from the day and night before. And for your author it was from the nights before. So we tossed the essentials into a couple overnight bags and some CD’s for the haul and got out of Dodge and headed for Hoosier Hell.
 
We stopped somewhere in the barren corn belt and ate at Arby’s somewhere I hadn’t been in years. Of course they screwed up my order and someone was yelling for grape jelly for their sammich causing laughter from all over. I was just happy to have some of that famous horsey sauce and an iced tea.

After what seemed like hours we finally arrived in Indy after stops for coffee refills and de-fills at rest areas. We made a pit stop at a parking lot behind a place I showed Shelly I used to live and went to the former Linwood Square to drop into Kroger to pick up a cheese and meat tray and cheese ball to take to her aunt Sue’s. This was the hood where I first lived in Indianapolis where I initially moved there on April Fools Day 1995 right after the second issue of MK ULTRA was hot off the press. This Kroger store reminded me of the nightmare I lived while I was there; it was like a casting call for a George Romero zombie flick or a mocumentary of trailer trash USA. Oh, how the memories crept back into my mind.  I guess I never really forgot but I was in virtual culture shock over the whole incident, as I was while I lived in that dammed city for just over 3 years.

Through the unplowed streets we finally arrived. I had a difficult time walking on the ice in my new snakeskin boots but once inside was greeted with hugs and some mighty fine tequila. Yup, this lady has excellent taste in agaves. We sat and shot the shit for awhile and she was a really nice woman that pretty much also seems to be Shelly’s best friend. A nice lady in a nice and clean home with 2 very polite teenage kids. I was impressed with the entire scenario as I was in her choice of tequila.
I could have chilled there for hours however we had plans for dinner at the Blackley’s and we were already running late. We had to stop at Meijer and pick up some martini mix. We were SOL on anything else being that in Indiana you cannot buy booze on a Sunday to take home. But you can actually go into a bar and get drunk and drive home on the “lords” day. Make sense? I guess in fines and courts fees it does. Freakin Hypachristians.
As we exited at Southport Road and went into Meijer it wasn’t half the horror show it was on the east side, however there was something else rotten in the state of Denmark. GO COLTS

Yes Inside and outside of the mammoth shopping megaplex are GO COLTS banners, signs clothing and more as IF the Super Bowl hadn’t been won nearly a month ago. Let go already. DAMN, what a stupid lot!

We arrived at Mike and Kari’s shortly after 730 and it was great to see and eat lasagna with them and their daughters Tia and Carmen. Mike made martini’s and we all ended up shooting pool and singing Karaoke in the basement. Mike had waited for my arrival to open the box that included the Paul Stanley Signature Guitar he won a month before. As we reported a few weeks ago:

The winner of the Paul Stanley Signature guitar is….MIKE BLACKLEY!!!!

Jan 31, 2007
I got a call last week from Mike “Spyder” Blackley of Indianapolis and former MK ULTRA scribe and partner in crime road warrior with news that he won the grand prize for the Paul Stanley Signature Guitar contest.

Kudos Mike, and consider it a sign. Time to play. Unchained baby!!
-Mike and I did mostly Jesus and Mary Chain songs and I’m sure we sounded like fools but I cannot wait to se the photos. It was great to hear Shelly singing outside of the shower for once, other than when she’s dancing around my apartment unaware that I see and hear her, or maybe she does.

I think we hit the ay around 3 AM and I was up pretty early playing with Weird Harold a strange toy I found on Tia’s dresser. I woke Mike up and he took it away from me like I was a 3 year old. In many ways, I confess, I was.

After a quick bite we were on the road to the middle of Nowhere IN USA to meet Shelly’s mother at a Pizza joint called Mike’s. I was some pretty good pizza I admit. And we spent about 2 hours or more chatting and getting to know each other. After the introductions and the chit chat we were on the road through small towns and we finally arrived on I 65 so about 2 hours later we were back in Chicago and we were in my warm and comfortable home. I warmed up the Jambalaya I had prepared for Shelly 2 days before and as always she finished every last bit. A compliment to any chef.

We had a really nice night together and as my butterflies finaly subsided and I felt content enough to say farewell to my Red Ridin’ Hood, I opened and email from Nicks mother which began a series of trauma that lasted an entire week and has ate at me ever since. This I will not get into however, I have found the way to deal with it.
Tonight I depart via Am Track for Indianapolis again, this time to load Shelly’s belongings into a UHAUL for her move to Chicago. Yes, she is becoming an official resident of the Windy City. I’m driving that thing braving the weather that we’ve been warned about and if we make it in two pieces and at a decent hour, we will be out in the night to see a show together, which I’ll write about here next Monday.

Till then have a safe, happy and warm weekend wherever you may be. - AZ

 

 

 

 

 

photo by Jason Moss of me druving our group out of the canyon last June from Sedona to Flagstaff

However, it was Friday after work that the weekend kicked into gear. I went to Kendra’s condo for dinner after work and it was good to see her so soon after her back surgery./ She made a delightful dish of cream/shredded chicken croissants. YUM! And afterwards we made our way to Ranalli’s for a couple hours. I had been there the previous Thursday after work with Bree, and this was only the second time I’d been there since my birthday. It was a good time and we rocked the juke box as usual. Overall I was very mellow and according to reports the next day, the staff at Ranalli’s noticed there was abviously something different about ol AZ

 

an unreleased poster for the film i’ve waited 3 years to see

Saturday was set to be strange being that Shelly was on base ad wouldn’t be able to visit. So I got up early, woke up Jenny downstairs and we went to see “FACTORY GIRL” a movie I’ve anxiously awaited for about 3 years. Originally the film was to debut but very last Friday of December 06 but it was only shown in LA as Bob Dylan’s people began a lawsuit in which the film makers were forced to change the end of the movie. Ironically Dylan’s character in the movie or should I say the character modeled after Dylan was never referred to by any name, other than “him” or “the folk singer”. All in all “FACTORY GIRL” was an amazing film. I loved every frame of it and will most likely see it again. The details right down to the fingernails, and the Silver factory were beyond impressive. It was almost scary. If you are a fan of that era, or at least of cinemaphotography, this film is a must for those of us that enjoy the art and the style of filmmaking. And if you happen have a bad taste in your mouth and./or gut for Bob Dylan the way I always have, the film does justice to that self absorbed and overrated prick.

After the flick we went to Heaven on Seven to eat, where Jenny had to have gumbo AND turtle soup in the tribute to s’HELLY. I had gumbo, crab stuffed fried green tomatoes and a mojito. And we began shopping for s’HELLY’s Valentines gifts. Jenny had to go to work so I spent a few hours shopping on my own, which was nice even in the cold. I had nowhere I had to be and took my time. I even got to go to the John Galt Gallery to see some Beatles rarities and other rock n roll memorabilia. It was an amazing collection worth millions and millions. I was simply impressed. Also impressive was the wide array of rock n roll limited edition signed and numbered poster art. A few pieces that I will soon add to my own.

 

 riding hood does not appreciate her landlady the REAL big bad wolf

Cold as it as I ventured out and hit about 6 more stores before calling it a day.

All in all I had a really good time believe it or not, trying to be as original as possible, un-traditional but to too much so for a not so typical lass.

I got home, fridge nearly empty, picked up some chicken and watched movies. Jenny woke me up around 1 AM and we shared a couple beers.

Sunday I slept till 1130 thanks to my new sleeping prescription. I would not have awaken if s’HELLY has not called me from base. 1130 is a near record for me to those of you that know me. But it was a good thing because I got to watch King Kong finally and I actually enjoyed it very much.

In all very little rock n roll although I got the news and reported it immediately that Type O Negative are coming to town on April 6.

As I shopped for food I got the weekly call from my brother to catch up on life love and family, and thus my Sunday was complete. Time to hit the hay and get back to the 9-5 grind and the cold and now snow that comes with it.

The countdown is nearing. Next Sat we celebrate St Val’s Day, go to a 313 Team Suspension Event and I’m off to Indy to meet the family of Miss s’HELLY. As will the Beast. The Fango Weekend of Horrors follows and by March 1, the best is yet to come.

My schedule is getting full again.

 

is it bad to eat roadkill?