Brewfest
Well I'm no stranger to giving into my primordial self, it's almost the basis for everything I do, self inflicted constraint isn't all it's cracked up to be. Anyways before I become tangendental I will get to the thick of the plot this weekend.
I was fortunate to attend what I would call an underground Brewfest. I'm not sure how much this story needs, but here are the basics for what you might need. It's been a long time since I came to inhabit buffalo new york. It's really a HELL of a town filled with some of the most despicable politicians and businessmen. I came here in the height of it's glory the early 1900's. It had a glowing steel industry and was on par with NYC as far as population and growth. I perfect place for me to come in and really have some fun. Of course I cursed this place, not that it wasn't before. The cyclic nature of this area has long been known to native tribes. Anyways, After Mckinley's assassination the nature of my work was really more exposed and Buffalo became my hell on earth.
Now I've been around to here and there but when I really need to pull it all together I come back to Buffalo to stir up the pot. IT's actually a town on the upswing and I'm here planting some roots, and getting the networking skills in motion. Well this weekend was one of those events. The BRewfest was held in the old central terminal...the preservationists have been trying to save this thing forever. It's a beautiful mess, but makes for a great party spot. The preservationists are a while nother animal I can't even get started on right now I hate those fuckers
anyways...this central terminal was the spot back in the day now it's a demilitarized zone in the middle of the fucking ghetto on buffalo's east side. So if you will imagine close to 6000 white people invading the fucking hood to drink beer in a dilapidated train depot. That's brewfest!
Well anyways, they limited admission to 3000 people so there were lots of angry people. I of course come and go as I please, good friend of mine happens to be in tight with the people putting on the little baccineality. So that is what I spent my day yesterday doing, tasting beers from all over new york I can't remember a single fucking name of any beers...well except for one. It was called hop devil made by a Pennsylvania's Victory Brewing. There was also another beer whose slogan was "the devil made me brew it"...it was cute but I totally missed the name of the beer. I must inspire them to make more.
It was interesting running into some souls I had left lingering in limbo. Here we are gathered in an old abandoned train station and these poor lost souls shuffle their feet from one beer distributor to another sipping their lives away. I mean the symbolism just kills me. No departing trains just drunks zombified with alcohol whose only goal is to have fun and get fucked up. If they only knew I was the devil I'm sure some would of tried to pull into my circle and get out of their own wretched life.
Can't help someone who can't help themselves...it's a losing proposition.
I was fortunate to attend what I would call an underground Brewfest. I'm not sure how much this story needs, but here are the basics for what you might need. It's been a long time since I came to inhabit buffalo new york. It's really a HELL of a town filled with some of the most despicable politicians and businessmen. I came here in the height of it's glory the early 1900's. It had a glowing steel industry and was on par with NYC as far as population and growth. I perfect place for me to come in and really have some fun. Of course I cursed this place, not that it wasn't before. The cyclic nature of this area has long been known to native tribes. Anyways, After Mckinley's assassination the nature of my work was really more exposed and Buffalo became my hell on earth.
Now I've been around to here and there but when I really need to pull it all together I come back to Buffalo to stir up the pot. IT's actually a town on the upswing and I'm here planting some roots, and getting the networking skills in motion. Well this weekend was one of those events. The BRewfest was held in the old central terminal...the preservationists have been trying to save this thing forever. It's a beautiful mess, but makes for a great party spot. The preservationists are a while nother animal I can't even get started on right now I hate those fuckers
anyways...this central terminal was the spot back in the day now it's a demilitarized zone in the middle of the fucking ghetto on buffalo's east side. So if you will imagine close to 6000 white people invading the fucking hood to drink beer in a dilapidated train depot. That's brewfest!
Well anyways, they limited admission to 3000 people so there were lots of angry people. I of course come and go as I please, good friend of mine happens to be in tight with the people putting on the little baccineality. So that is what I spent my day yesterday doing, tasting beers from all over new york I can't remember a single fucking name of any beers...well except for one. It was called hop devil made by a Pennsylvania's Victory Brewing. There was also another beer whose slogan was "the devil made me brew it"...it was cute but I totally missed the name of the beer. I must inspire them to make more.
It was interesting running into some souls I had left lingering in limbo. Here we are gathered in an old abandoned train station and these poor lost souls shuffle their feet from one beer distributor to another sipping their lives away. I mean the symbolism just kills me. No departing trains just drunks zombified with alcohol whose only goal is to have fun and get fucked up. If they only knew I was the devil I'm sure some would of tried to pull into my circle and get out of their own wretched life.
Can't help someone who can't help themselves...it's a losing proposition.
1 Comments:
I used to go on drink binges that lasted three days long when I was younger, no problems.
Nowadays though just one day of it takes me three days to get over.
Never noticed you around but felt you're presence if you know what I mean.
No wonder the worlds in a mess, just been over to our mate Gods blogspot, like I said we must get together, sort this shit out.
The people are losing faith!
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