Waiting for Peacock

You see all sorts of things at college parties. they can really be quite fun to deconstruct. the obligatory horny drunk girl, the girl passed out on the toilet, the zizek reader, the spontaneous and cataclysmic, or even simply random party departures by newfound couples, the almost famous pool party scene "I can do anything, Im invincible, I, AM A GOLDEN GOD" (albeit minus the pool and with alcohol supplanting LSD. Setting all that aside, there was a more significant play going on.

'waiting for peacock:' i had never met peacock, so as such i had no assurance of his existence. we go to peacocks, 'peacock's is great, everything happens at peacock's,' but peacock never appears, [or if he did, i certainly don't recall], things happen, people come and go, we go, and peacock never comes.

or so ive led myself to believe.




drunk driving gained a whole new meaning last night. poor mr. mcdonald's man.