Tick tick boom
We come into the room.
I was so fucking fabulous Thursday night. I got into the club in my fucking sneakers. I ain't dancing in dress shoes, ya hurd? I don't give a rat's ass if it's in the "trendy meatpacking district." You mean smelly, overpriced district. But much money, cigarettes, and tech house sets later, I was elegantly wasted and surrounded by beautiful men and women, three of them my friends.
My friend Jared spent some time with me in New York the last few days. The one cultural thing we almost did was see an exhibit on the font Helvetica at the Museum of Modern Art. I said almost. Mostly we developed a distaste for sobriety and talked about how New York is waiting for him. Seattle, his current city, thinks he is too rude. He's not. Seattle is just too fucking soft. People in New York just don't like to waste time and neither does he.
Nevertheless, I'm in excess.
Tonight I am going to a Halloween party at a local bar. I had no time to get together a new costume, so I am wearing what I did last year. Alex from A Clockwork Orange.
I think it will look even better this year because I actually got fake eyelashes for my right eye and I lost 25 medicine-gained pounds. For my friend Jaime's Halloween party next weekend I am going to be Hunter S. Thompson. Everyone will think I am Johnny Depp from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, so I plan on carrying around an old school type writer with me with a page in it simply explaining who I am.
Well this is all about my problems to get out of drugs,
'cause I had enough of that,
I've had the college,
I've had the earning the money,
and the whole material trip,
I just decided I was going to find a new way of life
So I took off on my bicycle.
I was so fucking fabulous Thursday night. I got into the club in my fucking sneakers. I ain't dancing in dress shoes, ya hurd? I don't give a rat's ass if it's in the "trendy meatpacking district." You mean smelly, overpriced district. But much money, cigarettes, and tech house sets later, I was elegantly wasted and surrounded by beautiful men and women, three of them my friends.
My friend Jared spent some time with me in New York the last few days. The one cultural thing we almost did was see an exhibit on the font Helvetica at the Museum of Modern Art. I said almost. Mostly we developed a distaste for sobriety and talked about how New York is waiting for him. Seattle, his current city, thinks he is too rude. He's not. Seattle is just too fucking soft. People in New York just don't like to waste time and neither does he.
Nevertheless, I'm in excess.
Tonight I am going to a Halloween party at a local bar. I had no time to get together a new costume, so I am wearing what I did last year. Alex from A Clockwork Orange.
I think it will look even better this year because I actually got fake eyelashes for my right eye and I lost 25 medicine-gained pounds. For my friend Jaime's Halloween party next weekend I am going to be Hunter S. Thompson. Everyone will think I am Johnny Depp from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, so I plan on carrying around an old school type writer with me with a page in it simply explaining who I am.
Well this is all about my problems to get out of drugs,
'cause I had enough of that,
I've had the college,
I've had the earning the money,
and the whole material trip,
I just decided I was going to find a new way of life
So I took off on my bicycle.