I miss Matt...
AK1RAO7: haha thanks. im gonna go buy me a corvette and some hookers now
AureaCherub: Hahaha make it a Harley
AureaCherub: and a leather jacket. Then go get totally waylaid with a bunch of guys 12x your size, pass out in the alley and let some transvestite with AIDS blow you off.
AK1RAO7: i wouldnt have it any other way. herpes just doesnt excite me anymore, being so old and all
AureaCherub: Understandable. With every year comes a grander, less treatable STD.
AureaCherub: They're like candles.
AK1RAO7: hahah i dont know what ill do for an encore next year though
AK1RAO7: but with any luck, ill be dead, so no big deal
AureaCherub: It'll be a rockstar death
AK1RAO7: find me face down in a pile of cocaine and some passed out escort's thighs
AureaCherub: lol if there's a pile of cocaine between anyone's thighs, if you wind up there it's going to be assumed you're rich, so that's not all bad.
AK1RAO7: thats an honorable american-dream death
AureaCherub: I concur.
AureaCherub: Actually, it would only be completely justified as such if you had previously spent your entire fortune on drugs and hookers so you were then so poor that your family actually had to take out a loan to pay for your miserably low-key funeral which no one attended except immediate family and your one best friend, who appears coked out of his head and tries to take you out of the coffin and make your corpse dance, while singing a Cobaine song off key.
AK1RAO7: id hope my strung out mistress would be there too, sobbing her eyes out and climbing into the casket with me while the preacher gives some terrible homily about the tradgedy of excess, but no one pays attention cause theyre doing lines off the hymnal and getting handjobs in the back pew
AureaCherub: Hahaha and then the rest of your old band shows up with an amp and starts singing one of the original songs, trailing off into hysterical crying while still on the mike until one of the hookers stumbles out of the bus wearing only a thong and holding a bottle of tequila, guides them all back into the bus. And your mistress climbs into the casket sobbing, then some drugged up nobody yells out something vulgar about how you weren't found between her legs, to which she slaps your corpse's face and begins screaming at you while still in the casket, the sound of which is caught in the mike your old band left and echos throughout the entire town.
AK1RAO7: hahahah
AK1RAO7: this could go on for days really. like the freebird cover my band would play as im being lowered into the ground.
AureaCherub: ahh, the things you have to look forward to.
AK1RAO7: i cant wait, getting older is sounding better and better
AureaCherub: wisdom...experiance...rocker deaths with coke and hookers
AK1RAO7: hand in hand.. whats not to like. everyone will love me, even more after im dead, and say what a kick ass person i was, eventhough i spent my last days slappin bitches, snorting K, bankrupting myself morally and financially and abandoning my family
AureaCherub: well, once you're in that deep the only thing left to do is die, it's the only way to regain your dignity. Plus you're off scot free because everyone will forever blame themselves for not stopping you when they had the chance.
AK1RAO7: yes, guilted into obligation, thats my favorite kind of pity
AureaCherub: hahaha me as well.
AureaCherub: and on that note, I have to go give your girlfriend a riding lesson.
ohhhhh Matt. How IN LOVE with you I was in college.
AureaCherub: Hahaha make it a Harley
AureaCherub: and a leather jacket. Then go get totally waylaid with a bunch of guys 12x your size, pass out in the alley and let some transvestite with AIDS blow you off.
AK1RAO7: i wouldnt have it any other way. herpes just doesnt excite me anymore, being so old and all
AureaCherub: Understandable. With every year comes a grander, less treatable STD.
AureaCherub: They're like candles.
AK1RAO7: hahah i dont know what ill do for an encore next year though
AK1RAO7: but with any luck, ill be dead, so no big deal
AureaCherub: It'll be a rockstar death
AK1RAO7: find me face down in a pile of cocaine and some passed out escort's thighs
AureaCherub: lol if there's a pile of cocaine between anyone's thighs, if you wind up there it's going to be assumed you're rich, so that's not all bad.
AK1RAO7: thats an honorable american-dream death
AureaCherub: I concur.
AureaCherub: Actually, it would only be completely justified as such if you had previously spent your entire fortune on drugs and hookers so you were then so poor that your family actually had to take out a loan to pay for your miserably low-key funeral which no one attended except immediate family and your one best friend, who appears coked out of his head and tries to take you out of the coffin and make your corpse dance, while singing a Cobaine song off key.
AK1RAO7: id hope my strung out mistress would be there too, sobbing her eyes out and climbing into the casket with me while the preacher gives some terrible homily about the tradgedy of excess, but no one pays attention cause theyre doing lines off the hymnal and getting handjobs in the back pew
AureaCherub: Hahaha and then the rest of your old band shows up with an amp and starts singing one of the original songs, trailing off into hysterical crying while still on the mike until one of the hookers stumbles out of the bus wearing only a thong and holding a bottle of tequila, guides them all back into the bus. And your mistress climbs into the casket sobbing, then some drugged up nobody yells out something vulgar about how you weren't found between her legs, to which she slaps your corpse's face and begins screaming at you while still in the casket, the sound of which is caught in the mike your old band left and echos throughout the entire town.
AK1RAO7: hahahah
AK1RAO7: this could go on for days really. like the freebird cover my band would play as im being lowered into the ground.
AureaCherub: ahh, the things you have to look forward to.
AK1RAO7: i cant wait, getting older is sounding better and better
AureaCherub: wisdom...experiance...rocker deaths with coke and hookers
AK1RAO7: hand in hand.. whats not to like. everyone will love me, even more after im dead, and say what a kick ass person i was, eventhough i spent my last days slappin bitches, snorting K, bankrupting myself morally and financially and abandoning my family
AureaCherub: well, once you're in that deep the only thing left to do is die, it's the only way to regain your dignity. Plus you're off scot free because everyone will forever blame themselves for not stopping you when they had the chance.
AK1RAO7: yes, guilted into obligation, thats my favorite kind of pity
AureaCherub: hahaha me as well.
AureaCherub: and on that note, I have to go give your girlfriend a riding lesson.
ohhhhh Matt. How IN LOVE with you I was in college.