across a hundred and tenth street... pimps trying to catch a woman that's weak.
hurricane frances just plain rocked, at least from miami's perspective. it wasn't too severe, pounding entire neighborhoods flat and the like, and it wasn't too light, but, just right. impromptu four block walks with wind and cold rain creating quasi-wall against your skin isn't so bad.
last night will and kearen decided to host a dogma employee-oriented party, in lieu of a pointless work day. we spent four hours at churchill's, pounding shots of tequila and swilling presidentes until our skin turned yellow. the bar was jammed with alcoholic refugees, seeking unsober solace in a world gone temporarily mad. good times, to say the very least. later that night, the party picked up and headed over to johnny's, where we played obscure card games completely wasted to the bone, dancing maniacally in the living room. beastie boys and coronas never mixed together so smoothly.
the night before that, kiani threw a getty with the same underlying reasons, and we watched paris hilton get reamed on film while warm sake was brewing in the kitchen. the rain beat down in consecutive waves, you could feel it sprinkle on your face while you tried to get your cigarette lit. hours of dancing and spades ensued. times felt right.
the night before the night before that, johnny, veron, and i headed to dustin's and watched an american werewolf in london, the original version. a carnival of
beers in the cooler, joints in the hand.
sigh.
i wish i had me a cam. it's hard to remember clearly under the foggy influence. i will get one soon, and i'll start posting pics very soon for y'all to see.
r.
last night will and kearen decided to host a dogma employee-oriented party, in lieu of a pointless work day. we spent four hours at churchill's, pounding shots of tequila and swilling presidentes until our skin turned yellow. the bar was jammed with alcoholic refugees, seeking unsober solace in a world gone temporarily mad. good times, to say the very least. later that night, the party picked up and headed over to johnny's, where we played obscure card games completely wasted to the bone, dancing maniacally in the living room. beastie boys and coronas never mixed together so smoothly.
the night before that, kiani threw a getty with the same underlying reasons, and we watched paris hilton get reamed on film while warm sake was brewing in the kitchen. the rain beat down in consecutive waves, you could feel it sprinkle on your face while you tried to get your cigarette lit. hours of dancing and spades ensued. times felt right.
the night before the night before that, johnny, veron, and i headed to dustin's and watched an american werewolf in london, the original version. a carnival of
beers in the cooler, joints in the hand.
sigh.
i wish i had me a cam. it's hard to remember clearly under the foggy influence. i will get one soon, and i'll start posting pics very soon for y'all to see.
r.