Post by daisuke takahashi on Apr 5, 2009 0:01:12 GMT -5
DAISUKE TAKAHASHI 'S BEEN ON THE RUN
DRIVING IN THE SUN
LOOKING OUT FOR NUMBER ONE.
hey, you! yeah, i'm talking to you. wake the hell up! good.
welcome to the When You Were Young tour. it is
mandatory that you fill out this paperwork. yes, all of it. why?
because we doggone said so, that's why! now take a seat and
please be quiet. i said be quiet!
CALIFORNIA HERE WE COME,
RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM.
"dai… you call me daisuke, you better have a death with"
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
"male, i can prove it too…"
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"October, 12, 1990, makin’ me nineteen. And who honestly gives a fuck about what sign you are… really?"
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
"…rockin’ out, fucking chicks, being a fuckin’ badass."
OH, I'LL HAVE TO TRY THAT. MOVING ON: YOUR HAIR, IS THAT YOUR NATURAL COLOR?
"…I’m Japanese, and I have blonde hair… what do you think dumbass? No, I have black hair… I just dye it."
DON'T MEAN TO BE A PEST BUT, HOW TALL ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"five foot three inches… I’m short, but I can still take you all, easy."
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
"fuck that! All those fags need the sense beaten back into them."
OH REALLY? WELL, WHAT BAND ARE YOU IN WHAT'S YOUR POSITION?
"bass for karma 13… haven’t heard of us? Get your fuckin’ ass to a local music store and but the CD before I kick your ass."
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
"I play my bass, chill, eat, drink, smoke, see the fans, hang with the band, write lyrics, flirt with hot chicks… the normal shit."
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
"music, alcohol, sex, making out, fans, bein’ on stage, the tour, bass guitar, writing lyrics, j-rock clothing…"
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
"people asking fuckin’ stupid questions ‘do you have a nose?’ I have a fuckin’ nose, dumbass, messin up on stage, being the shortest, cold food that’s supposed to be hot, gay people (gag)”
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
"I can speak Japanese and English, play bass guitar, and swear real good. haha"
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
"controlling my temper, loosing, being nice.... school… uhh, I’m not good at a lot of stuff…"
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
"I can bend my thumb all the way back against my arm… I doubt it"
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
"sexy, good kisser, good fucker, and happy with a one night stand."
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
"boobs, tight clothes… ya know, that pervy stuff…"
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
"alright..."
OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
"okay, make it quick I’m dying of boredom here"
FAVORITE FOOD?
"I Hawaiian pizza"
FAVORITE MOVIE?
"I don’t watch movies"
FAVORITE BAND/ARTIST?
"the band I’m in, naturally"
FAVORITE DRINK?
"vodka"
FAVORITE SUBJECT?
"…"
FAVORITE SPICE GIRL?
"…"
FAVORITE TV SHOW?
"I don’t watch tv."
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
"summers good... and I don’t really give a fuck"
FAVORITE WORD?
"fuck"
FAVORITE FAMOUS DEAD PERSON?
"…Toru, the singer of the thrash band I was in back in Japan… fuckin’ druggie."
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
"night"
FAVORITE COLOR?
"black"
FAVORITE BOOK?
"…are you serious?"
FAVORITE TOY?
"…do you really wanna know?"
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
"I can be a dick, I cuss all the fuckin’ time. But I can also be nice, to the people I wanna be nice to. Of course there is a very select few who fit into that category. "
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
"my mom cooked and had kids… my dad worked. Sounds functional, right? My dad wanted me to go into his advertising business. I wouldn’t hear a word of his complete shit speech about me owning the family business and starting my own family. Fuck that."
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN AT THIS TOUR?
"I stole a shitload of my dads money and go myself a passport, and a one way flight to America. New York… I mean, a lot of people live there, someone could help a poor seventeen year old Japanese boy with a bass guitar on his back, who didn’t know any English except, fuck you, hi, I don’t understand and I’m Daisuke Takahashi. Turns out a music teacher decided to have mercy on me and took me in. I jumped from band to band, something always fucked up until Karma 13. Now only two years old the band got invited on the tour."
RIGHT ON, MY FRIEND. SO, CAN YOU TELL US WHAT WAS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
"either getting the fuck outta japan… or joining Karma 13."
HOW, LOVELY. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR WORST MEMORY?
"being in japan, having to deal with my dad. and that one fuckin' day, a few fag seniors decided to pick on a freashman. two seniors, me and a small, dark, empty room... messed me the fuck up for life."
NOW, JUST WONDERING. WHAT RELIGION ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"…fuck anyone who believes in that shit, and you know what? Fuck god…"
WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
"I’ll never do anything but music. It’s my life. End of story"
WHAT HAPPENED TO BE YOUR FIRST WORDS?
"ohayo… yeah, fuckin’ lame I know."
OMGWTFBBQ?!? WELL, LOOK AT THAT. I'VE NEVER SEEN A GENIE ACTUALLY COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE WISHES?
"I want Karma 13 to make it to the top… that’s all I want."
WOW, WASN'T THAT FASCINATING?
"... uh huh… suuurreeee"
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
"fuck no."
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
"to your bedroom"
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
"depends…"
ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
"ummm… naw, I’m chill… "
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
"go fuck off and die…"
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ON THE STEREO,
LISTEN AS WE GO,
DRIVING DOWN THE 101.
dai has been trying to escape this doggone planet for bleh bleh bleh years,
but they've found themselves stuck in the vortex of role playing for one years.
too bad. we could have busted them out if they didn't live all the way in
the est timezone. you can always reach them at PM.
hold up, you'll need the password, which is YOU'RE SO GOOD AT STRETCHING THE TRUTH INTO A SUGAR-COATED LIE and we'll need
to see some proof that you're a GIRL. yep, pull down those pants.
ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going:
Chase continued to throw punches down at the pinned German. Over and over his fist made contact with the others face, at one point he felt the glasses break and they were sent across the floor. Chase didn’t plan on stopping the constant motion of hitting this collage student blow after blow. That is until he felt hands on his arms, and was soon being drug away from the bloody faced boy on the ground. Chase got in a good kick to Kurt's ribs before the two men pulled him to his feet.
Then it dawned on him, hadn’t the bar tender yelled something along the lines of i’m calling the police‘? Shit! He couldn’t be there when the cops showed up. He ripped his arms from the two who had intervened and headed quickly out the door. The darkness outside was made just a bit brighter by the street lamps, but still no flashing lights or the sound of sirens. Thank god.
Chase got into his Jaguar. Turning the key the engine roared alive and the dark green car sped down the street. Chase’s pale blue eyes scanned the street through the windshield before glancing down at his bloody knuckles. He couldn’t tell if he had cuts in his own hands from the glasses breaking, he couldn’t see clearly enough seeing as the street lamps appeared to be flashing as he passed each one, nor could he feel any stinging. He figured it really didn’t matter, he’d either go back to his dorm and doctor up his knuckles or just shoot up and pass out for the night. Either way he was pleased with himself, beating the fag's face in had been entertaining, but part of him wished he hadn’t been interrupted... he wanted to be close to Aphrodite? He once again shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind gripping the black steering wheel tighter. Now all he wanted were his drugs, his true love, the only thing that could keep Aphrodite from his thoughts.
Then it dawned on him, hadn’t the bar tender yelled something along the lines of i’m calling the police‘? Shit! He couldn’t be there when the cops showed up. He ripped his arms from the two who had intervened and headed quickly out the door. The darkness outside was made just a bit brighter by the street lamps, but still no flashing lights or the sound of sirens. Thank god.
Chase got into his Jaguar. Turning the key the engine roared alive and the dark green car sped down the street. Chase’s pale blue eyes scanned the street through the windshield before glancing down at his bloody knuckles. He couldn’t tell if he had cuts in his own hands from the glasses breaking, he couldn’t see clearly enough seeing as the street lamps appeared to be flashing as he passed each one, nor could he feel any stinging. He figured it really didn’t matter, he’d either go back to his dorm and doctor up his knuckles or just shoot up and pass out for the night. Either way he was pleased with himself, beating the fag's face in had been entertaining, but part of him wished he hadn’t been interrupted... he wanted to be close to Aphrodite? He once again shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind gripping the black steering wheel tighter. Now all he wanted were his drugs, his true love, the only thing that could keep Aphrodite from his thoughts.
CALIFORNIA HERE WE COME,
RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM.
say hold up, wait a minute. let me put some pimpin' in
it! yep, that's right, this sexy application template was made
by yours truly: CHRISS a.k.a. LENNY GOT LAID ?! @
CAUTION 2.0. yeah, see those fawesome lyrics? that be
california by none other than phantom planet. and by the way,
if you happen to remove this little credit, i'll sned vampires
after you in the night to rip out your jugular. and they won't
be as sexy as you think the cullens are. uh-huh.[/center]
