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on wednesday at approximately two-thirty in the morning i saw michael feswick cry, half-cry anyway it was great and probably the only time i will ever see that happen. we apparently decided to be typical stoners and talk about space and the universe, which lead to talking about an apocalypse and life in general and how we are might become failures. girlfriend in a coma relates to all of these themes and i gave him a synopsis of the book, and the motherfucker cried. eyes welled up might be a more appropriate term, but there was definite tear-age and that's what really counts. i'm not trying to make him out as a baby or anything, the conversation was fucking frightening. then we smoked more pot and had to go to sleep cos i think we might have gone crazy if we had talked any more about life.
yesterday i got dropped off in downtown hamilton, after an educational lecture from mike's mom on how i should stand inside the doors of the mall and walk away from people who try to talk to me, or just start screaming bloody murder. hey it's not my fault i look so apparently vulnerable, i am just an easy target. anyway, i watched a fist fight go down in front of the mall while i waited for hailey. we eventually met up, bummed around downtown for a bit and then went to her house, and then to her friend kyle's house. all morning/ noon/ night i was really stoned and then i got a migraine and drinking beer was just not helping and neither did pain killers, but throwing up did, all over a parking lot, yeah i am a dirty homeless person.
we had this great idea of phoning a prayer line that we saw on tv, and kyle would then be known as steven buchard the alcoholic drug addict who wanted to accept god into his life but didn't know how. he managed to keep the prayer line lady on the phone for a good ten minutes, until she asked if steven was drunk and high right now. she said to call back later when he sobered up.
where can i sell my artwork in burlington/surrounding areas?
let's face it, we all know i'm never going to get a real job. and i need money.
yesterday i got dropped off in downtown hamilton, after an educational lecture from mike's mom on how i should stand inside the doors of the mall and walk away from people who try to talk to me, or just start screaming bloody murder. hey it's not my fault i look so apparently vulnerable, i am just an easy target. anyway, i watched a fist fight go down in front of the mall while i waited for hailey. we eventually met up, bummed around downtown for a bit and then went to her house, and then to her friend kyle's house. all morning/ noon/ night i was really stoned and then i got a migraine and drinking beer was just not helping and neither did pain killers, but throwing up did, all over a parking lot, yeah i am a dirty homeless person.
we had this great idea of phoning a prayer line that we saw on tv, and kyle would then be known as steven buchard the alcoholic drug addict who wanted to accept god into his life but didn't know how. he managed to keep the prayer line lady on the phone for a good ten minutes, until she asked if steven was drunk and high right now. she said to call back later when he sobered up.
where can i sell my artwork in burlington/surrounding areas?
let's face it, we all know i'm never going to get a real job. and i need money.