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Last weekend we slept out in an empty lot in the Oakland hills.
I was locked out of my house at around 1:30am and called Wesley to let him know I'ld be spending the night in my dad's car. He told me to drive back to Oakland because we were going to 'sleep under the stars'. But before doing so I popped a squat in my driveway.
I got back to Oakland in under 15 minutes and picked Chris and Wesley up. We drive down the street to this deserted lot that was basically someone's backyard.
We set up the blankets and sleeping bags around a bush in the far left corner and Wesley wrote a letter home. It was like a god damned Ghost Mice song. Chris snores. That troubles me.
We had dinner at Wesley's house Monday night. His mom invited us over because Mr. Rubies had gone hunting and made sausage out of the pig he killed. The sausage was included in the pasta sauce. And it was delicious. After we went to Helen's in San Leandro and walked around with a portable stereo. Chris and I got to BART and this guy kept trying to get us to buy 1/8 for 20 that was 'straight from Humbolt'. I thought he was going to pull a gun on us when we said we didn't have any money.
I had to transfer trains. But I sat down in mine and felt like something was being ripped out of me. I ran back to his train and missed mine.
I was locked out of my house at around 1:30am and called Wesley to let him know I'ld be spending the night in my dad's car. He told me to drive back to Oakland because we were going to 'sleep under the stars'. But before doing so I popped a squat in my driveway.
I got back to Oakland in under 15 minutes and picked Chris and Wesley up. We drive down the street to this deserted lot that was basically someone's backyard.
We set up the blankets and sleeping bags around a bush in the far left corner and Wesley wrote a letter home. It was like a god damned Ghost Mice song. Chris snores. That troubles me.
We had dinner at Wesley's house Monday night. His mom invited us over because Mr. Rubies had gone hunting and made sausage out of the pig he killed. The sausage was included in the pasta sauce. And it was delicious. After we went to Helen's in San Leandro and walked around with a portable stereo. Chris and I got to BART and this guy kept trying to get us to buy 1/8 for 20 that was 'straight from Humbolt'. I thought he was going to pull a gun on us when we said we didn't have any money.
I had to transfer trains. But I sat down in mine and felt like something was being ripped out of me. I ran back to his train and missed mine.