Renee Morrison

wow, my dad found me on this. weird. I suppose then I shouldn’t write about how I did blow to keep with the 80’s theme of our most recent project B.V..or I could.  most recent…….80’s one piece ski suit. all accessories.  I look damn hot. all the girls are hot. and 80’s. play “valley girl” on the way to the hill. Partner, wearing my clothing ,gets hit on much more than I.  straight guys. anyway, had to show up at cooper mtn.ready to go.  And alright, I hate cold and I hate physical activity, (and not being not hit on….. )so my partner and I decided it was far more 80’s to sit in the “lounge”.  There we met my favorite “anti gringo” Costa Rican. A shapeshifter who didn’t quite understand modesty nor a 4 chair bar at a shitty hill.  These people live part time in costa rica espousing their superiority…(at the poor man’s Vail)…and  always letting you know what kind of “deal” you will get by taking advantage of the indigenous peoples. I held my tongue (really) and got an invite to his property where we only had to pay his people $1.25 an hour for washing our feet.  a deal. so, dad,  people mostly suck.  or they try too hard.  and don’t succeed.  Anyway.  I think it was kinda cool my Dad googled me to find this. xo r   

This year I’m ready to paint some walls. Oh, I’m still angry but maybe now for the right reasons. I still drink too much but I laugh a lot and more freely. I have created important things out of shit. I have made friends and learned how to type. the ghosts I talk to now are gentle and ask for my guidance. I love that two cars drive down main street between 10pm and 6am. and i’m beginning to believe the many who say it really is god’s country (if you look at it all squinty eyed). oh, and Love. I Love. …… fell in love with a house. about 3 years ago. i hadn’t really thought i would fall in love with anything as my heart and soul and everything had been trained to be numb for several years by someone who apparently had his heart broken. but i did. i think of this today as i fall in love with this town, this Idea…..so now, high times. post script. Trinity died last month. My brothers dog. She was a good dog.I remember sleeping on the floor with her at my brothers santa monica studio. I loved her more than people. Once, she came to the bar 4 blocks away just to alert us she had got out. 4 blocks away, on main street, in santa monica. Mohawk Bob said, “What’s the matter Trin, is Timmy in the well?”. Another time, she bit a kid.I imagine that kid deserved it.o.k. maybe this year I’ll paint some dogs too.

alright, nothing serious.
just an idea of how long it’s been since
i’ve been creative.
created.
my biggest recent accomplishment…
i haven’t bit my nails.
seriously. my fingernails are an accomplishment.

(i guess i should give mention to the incredible
business my mother and i are doing at the restaurant
and the fact that we can own and run a successful business together…. but i won’t).

I have very few friends in this town,
and even fewer who understand my distrust and dislike of most.
one has just infected herself with child.
she has responded so far in the same manner as i would.
if i were
responsible, brave, all i speak of.
i appreciate her spite and it has awakened hope
in the new generation.

my other friend is on hiatus in SYDNEY.
damn.
she inspires me and i hate that she may not come back.
damn.
(you best not get preggers)

A WORD ABOUT MYSPACE

so doug stanhope signed me up for the online
bullshit and i’m not so sure i appreciate it
(as it was the eventual medium of his deceit)
he got me reneemorrison@hotmail.com early on.
I have withheld from doing too much more for years.

this year my best friend started a page for me.
i have done nothing to keep it up.
then myspace.
(i hate even typing it)

i recently joined myspace to get in touch with a
band i wanted to play mothers (our resturaunt).
(i held off cause the idea even hurt me)
i could not reach them by phone.
the response has been fucking crazy.
now i know why.
it has made me understand.

I am not famous.
but myspace makes you feel like you are.
at least recognised.
and it makes you feel good.

and remembered.
and someone who was memorable.
(thanks dawna & matt)
maybe that means something.

i opened a restaurant this week.

A good one, i think. I guess that’s why i haven’t written. can’t write. too many hours spent on wall colours and plates, credit card machines.

I have nothing to write except for that my feet hurt, and that i hate most everybody and I think i’m getting varicose veins.

last year at this time i was living in denver, preparing for a month in london in a show as a manson family member. shaving my head.

three years ago at this time i was in vegas meeting the lovely porn starlet belladonna, attending the avns.

this year, i live in a population 2,500 something town…more churches than bars….. and this month the lariat (best western bar this side of salida… and only bar in town) is on hiatus. we opened last weekend, have sold out of most everything every day and i need a drink. and a drinking buddy. and another drink.

some people find these towns charming.

i would just like to say thank you hinty for your continued support. p.s. is this a good first post? i tried to include porn stars and baldness like you asked….

p.p.s next post, Jehovaha’s witnesses; “do they really want your salvation?”, and “can they dine and not leave a watchtower at the table?”.

This is the new ReneeMorrison.com blog! Welcome!

In the coming days and months Renee will be filling this spot with her observations and thoughts. Stick around, it’s worth it!

Thanks,

Art (Renee’s friend)

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