Patriotism Runs Counter to Ordinary Human Morality: Episode VIII
Abstract: In a terribly pedantic, some might even say dystopian, parallel universe, popular livestreamer and entirely fictional character Nikolaos Enrique Iglesias engages in a series of episodic "streams" that accurately act as his autobiography. But he's now strongly considering transcribing said "streams" into texts for an increasingly literate American public. In this endeavor he'll employ the generous assistance of his close friend Curtis, who, in addition to being a successful bisexual porn star, has an inveterate knack for transcribing spoken words into text. (nickk.net)
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â01 (181:211 .854) Listening to heavy metal but screwed and chopped I reflected on taking my friend Farhad, who came to town from Chicago for the first time ever this past November, to a place called The Avery, where the bartender, who alleged she remembered me following a few rounds of drinks despite the fact I had no recollection of meeting her ever, yet I respected her depth of knowledge when it came to Mezcalâ she gave me a particular brand she said contained animal fat, which intrigued me enough to break my vegan streak, figuring distilled animal fat perhaps didn't count, and after a few rounds she poured us both a shot of Malort which Farhad, being a Midwest resident, acutely refused to shoot down, I, however, having heard horror stories decided to indulge and considered the liquor endearingâ it wasn't bad at all!
â02 (109:118 .924) Being outside sans smartphone, what a feeling! even if it's brick and you have a bad case of sciatica your wife may have passed onto you and the trash is filled with rats the size of small donkeys you could saddle and ride downtown like Lyfts for free on frigid days like these, when you carry three bags of shit you no longer need, yet I digress (William Williams denouncing usury was unexpected but I usually keep an open ear for Fed polemics) but back to the barâ
â03 (66:69 .957) One hundred fourteen bucks struck me like a lot as a tab until I considered the amount we both imbibed of allegedly top shelf liquor, it was possible, I supposed, that animal fat Mezcal was marked up more vociferously than the typical vegan options.
â04 (89:89 1.00) In any case since Tree was probably about done doing her makeup we wandered back to the flat to scoop her up plus discuss dinner options, of course filling up a couple coffee cups of Japanese whiskey as we considered all audibles, just like old times, almost twenty years ago or so when we'd get shitfaced with Mexican cooks after shift's end.
â05 (97:114 .851) But we were aged now, more mature, I no longer fornicated beside the linoleum sidings of immigrant cooks' colonial homes, sure perhaps I liked a couple glasses of Mezcal when my friend was visiting the city I currently occupied, but that was actually quite grown up I considered as we walked to Ogie's which was the last time I entered that establishment for reasons I probably don't need to divulge right now.
Mode: >.75 542:602 .900
â01 (181:211 .854) Listening to heavy metal but screwed and chopped I reflected on taking my friend Farhad, who came to town from Chicago for the first time ever this past November, to a place called The Avery, where the bartender, who alleged she remembered me following a few rounds of drinks despite the fact I had no recollection of meeting her ever, yet I respected her depth of knowledge when it came to Mezcalâ she gave me a particular brand she said contained animal fat, which intrigued me enough to break my vegan streak, figuring distilled animal fat perhaps didn't count, and after a few rounds she poured us both a shot of Malort which Farhad, being a Midwest resident, acutely refused to shoot down, I, however, having heard horror stories decided to indulge and considered the liquor endearingâ it wasn't bad at all!
â02 (109:118 .924) Being outside sans smartphone, what a feeling! even if it's brick and you have a bad case of sciatica your wife may have passed onto you and the trash is filled with rats the size of small donkeys you could saddle and ride downtown like Lyfts for free on frigid days like these, when you carry three bags of shit you no longer need, yet I digress (William Williams denouncing usury was unexpected but I usually keep an open ear for Fed polemics) but back to the barâ
â03 (66:69 .957) One hundred fourteen bucks struck me like a lot as a tab until I considered the amount we both imbibed of allegedly top shelf liquor, it was possible, I supposed, that animal fat Mezcal was marked up more vociferously than the typical vegan options.
â04 (89:89 1.00) In any case since Tree was probably about done doing her makeup we wandered back to the flat to scoop her up plus discuss dinner options, of course filling up a couple coffee cups of Japanese whiskey as we considered all audibles, just like old times, almost twenty years ago or so when we'd get shitfaced with Mexican cooks after shift's end.
â05 (97:114 .851) But we were aged now, more mature, I no longer fornicated beside the linoleum sidings of immigrant cooks' colonial homes, sure perhaps I liked a couple glasses of Mezcal when my friend was visiting the city I currently occupied, but that was actually quite grown up I considered as we walked to Ogie's which was the last time I entered that establishment for reasons I probably don't need to divulge right now.











