patrick yeah
i played frisbee in the streets in St. Paul with a guy named charlie at three in the morning while the smoke from patrick's 21st birthday cleared. if ever i'd met a connoisseur of marijuana, it was him.
that being said, i've been strung out for three days (holy smokes) and my feet hurt from walking for three hours from st. paul to minneapolis and then biking back to hopkins. if anyone reads this, then we may both rejoice to know the good fight has been won.
and now! (concentrate!) there is much to be said, and seldom so much could ever fit into so few tides of breath as what calls. it is this! college, perhaps, most definately. soon, and for so long! i'm looking at a five year Major in Music Conducting.
oh shit. also, wait. hold on, this calls from blue type.
i'm going back to get a factory job tomorrow, which wouldn't be so bad, oh goddamnit, were it not for the innevitable drug test.
guess i'll ingest too much niacin and sweat it all out. cause good lord, i can see the THC swimming in my eyes, tickling the rods and cones.