caffeine times two
after a long night in which he drank way too many cheap beers, smoked quite of weed, and snorted untold amounts of cocaine, tea house mikey awoke at 10:30 in the morning to the gong of wooden spoon on a cooking pot promptly followed by a gust of wind blown from an asshole mere inches from his nose.
his body jumped in place and his eyes fluttered for a second before they assumed their widest position. "what the fuck was that?!" were the only words to escape from his lips before his eyelids once again clamped together. in the same instant, crazy joe untangled himself from the woman sleeping next to him then propelled his body upward on his outstretched arms while loudly exclaiming, "did someone step on a dog's tail?"
maybe you had to be there and maybe you need to be as sleep deprived as i was at the moment, but i had to leave my place because there was no way they could sleep around my giggle fit. they all decided to sleep until one this afternoon. none of them even remembered it happening... it must be rough coming down off cocaine... or maybe not. maybe it was of the nicest rests they had all week (while i was out getting breakfast this morning).
question of the morning:
which is odder?
a. going out at eight in the morning for a breakfast of coffee, jolt cola, eggs, hash and homefries while three good friends are sleeping off their coke binge.
b. soaking in a bathtub with a glass of remy and coke and thumbing through the authoritative calvin and hobbes collection while listening to am radio at five in the morning as three good friends sleep off their coke binge in the next room.
i need to get more sleep... like now... and stop watching cky
:P
his body jumped in place and his eyes fluttered for a second before they assumed their widest position. "what the fuck was that?!" were the only words to escape from his lips before his eyelids once again clamped together. in the same instant, crazy joe untangled himself from the woman sleeping next to him then propelled his body upward on his outstretched arms while loudly exclaiming, "did someone step on a dog's tail?"
maybe you had to be there and maybe you need to be as sleep deprived as i was at the moment, but i had to leave my place because there was no way they could sleep around my giggle fit. they all decided to sleep until one this afternoon. none of them even remembered it happening... it must be rough coming down off cocaine... or maybe not. maybe it was of the nicest rests they had all week (while i was out getting breakfast this morning).
question of the morning:
which is odder?
a. going out at eight in the morning for a breakfast of coffee, jolt cola, eggs, hash and homefries while three good friends are sleeping off their coke binge.
b. soaking in a bathtub with a glass of remy and coke and thumbing through the authoritative calvin and hobbes collection while listening to am radio at five in the morning as three good friends sleep off their coke binge in the next room.
i need to get more sleep... like now... and stop watching cky
:P