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Brendan and I rode from Clark and Irving Park to Soldier Field, to Roosevelt and Wabash and took the red line home with a car full of cracked out homeless people... i really have never felt so terrible as when i saw this one guy or girl stand up from sleeping in his chair, stomach inflated and bones poking through.. he or she.. you couldnt tell the difference, was in a really bad state... put on his shoes and walked out.. i wonder what was wrong... i wonder what will happen to him ..
anyway...we got in some good BMXin.. I wanna learn, hell I can take entire steps after tonight hahahaha... it was fun tho, hadnt done it a year.. and B and rode through and reminiced about all our little adventures.. like driving back from wisconsin a couple years ago as the sun rode up and he was passed out in the back with Caitlyn and Nathan and I sang christmas carols... or when we ended up in a back of a van with a 9 month pregnant raver eating special muffins... or our little lunch meetings when he lived in Bridgeport.. and lots of others i forgot i had until we got into our little conversation. Im so happy to have had a friend like this.
I almost forgot I had him, but we've had alot of good memories... standing in the middle of North Ave, at Central in the ghetto at 4 am with wackalakabeside and the techno twins trying to hail a cap (there are NO cabs in the ghetto silly boot at least not at 4 am.. haha)
There are some interesting hookers in my neighborhood. One stuck out her ass at me and the other was dressed like a school girl carrying a fucking Lacross stick
Im a livejournal crack addict. How can I delete this? hahaha.. must rethink.
Seems like when I have good times with good friends that can have fun and understand me because we have been friends for such a long time... i find a parking spot right in front of my building...
someone's watching out for me..
even if it is the bangas..
ha
ciao
-p
anyway...we got in some good BMXin.. I wanna learn, hell I can take entire steps after tonight hahahaha... it was fun tho, hadnt done it a year.. and B and rode through and reminiced about all our little adventures.. like driving back from wisconsin a couple years ago as the sun rode up and he was passed out in the back with Caitlyn and Nathan and I sang christmas carols... or when we ended up in a back of a van with a 9 month pregnant raver eating special muffins... or our little lunch meetings when he lived in Bridgeport.. and lots of others i forgot i had until we got into our little conversation. Im so happy to have had a friend like this.
I almost forgot I had him, but we've had alot of good memories... standing in the middle of North Ave, at Central in the ghetto at 4 am with wackalakabeside and the techno twins trying to hail a cap (there are NO cabs in the ghetto silly boot at least not at 4 am.. haha)
There are some interesting hookers in my neighborhood. One stuck out her ass at me and the other was dressed like a school girl carrying a fucking Lacross stick
Im a livejournal crack addict. How can I delete this? hahaha.. must rethink.
Seems like when I have good times with good friends that can have fun and understand me because we have been friends for such a long time... i find a parking spot right in front of my building...
someone's watching out for me..
even if it is the bangas..
ha
ciao
-p