Back home again.
I'm back in NYC. I can't explain how amazing it is to be home. Today was by far like the most amazing day of my entire life. It started out kind of shitty, because my mother is a cunt. For a week the plan had been for me to meet Emily at 12:00, after she got out of school. But then, on Monday, the day before I was supposed to come home this cunt says that I'm not allowed in the city until 2:00 because she doesn't want me there when school lets out. Her argument consisted of some absurd, nonsensical bullshit about preventing friction between my mad cool brother and my friends (notably my mad cool brother getting jumped by a Nazi). But after I threw a tantrum she agreed to let me meet Emily at 2:00 rather than arrive in the city at 2:00. But then, the next day, in true cunt fashion this bitch denies that she ever said that and that she had said that I could arrive in the city at 2:00. So, because of her I was like 40 minutes late. But anyway, it was so amazing to see Emily and everyone else. It like doesn't even feel real. It's really kind of ridiculous how much shit Emily and I have to go through just to like chill. I was in rehab for four months, she almost got expelled and got slapped accross the face by my fatass brother. So I ate 50mg of my boy Sokes' Addie and we just chilled at Emily's house for a while. After Hannah, Geoff, and Sokes left, Emily, John, and I went to the Village to see a very serious movie at our favorite movie theatre, the Angelika Film Center. The train ride into Manhattan with Emily is always mad fun. We just laugh at all of the minorities, homeless, uglies, and NARCs. Before the movie we smoked a dub of the most fucking amazing haze. In the theatre I had a little fucking episode. It took me about twenty minutes to buy my candy because the asshole behind the counter wouldn't give me what the fuck I wanted. I started thinking that the candy guy robbed me and I went over the transaction countless times in my head and harassed Emily about it. Then in the movie I had a few laughing fits and couldn't seem to keep my fucking candy in my lap. The movie was the most retarded thing I've ever seen in my life. Serious movies are always so fucking funny when you're stoned. I couldn't tell you a single thing that happened. All I remember is there were some fags with ugly ass wigs. We left about thirty minutes in. So we just chilled in the Village for a little while. I was still bugging out a little but luckily John had a Xanax for me and that chilled me out sufficiently. We contemplated tattoos but decided to just get a can of air duster. For some reason it turns out this duster was like way better than any other duster, so naturally we got even more incredibly fucked up. We sat on the ground in front of Little Red and huffed almost the entire can while assholes walked by, looked at us like we were fucking aliens, and asked dumbass questions like, "What are you doing there?" What the fuck does it look like I'm doing? Just like the good ole' days.
Erik
Erik