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feeling like self actualized oregon trail pixels. i had to be driven home...to recover. i have discovered a break through- you can actually party much too hard- to the point of it ripping your chest right through the rib cage. i had a lot of fun while it lasted. hopefully once this is over i can still venture out, especially when it isn't so awfully cold. sleeping in cars stuffed with your best friends can only be fun until you all get influenza and die. these are three of my favorite excerpts from my journal over the last two weeks.
the softness of my cheek was welded to the brown leather of johns jacket. the car,
still filled with smoke, sped quietly down an empty highway. we watched the sun greet the
gray colors with a pink warmth. the only thing between my view from the window was adams
well placed cigarette lingering over my stomach. finally, i closed my eyes as my forehead
was kissed- gently singing a song that materialized as i drifted in to sleep. soon enough
we all had a melody. i think, "i am lying on a beer can," and with a smile on my tired face--
i fall in to it.
we've found ourselves a coffee shop that opens early enough
to grab some java & toast before falling asleep in a driveway or snow pile.
i stared in to the hundreds of pictures hanging on the wall and as my head
fell harder into the counter top-- the bellowing laughter shook the small
smokey breakfast joint-- knocking the ash from my cigarette to the floor.
i threw up before the show. adam behind me, encouraging me-- and i hear the squealing of
jack...making me think how badly i want this vomiting out the window to be over.
for the entire night, which is still happening for everyone else, i enjoyed the company of
my good friends and blasting the very lovely music that is made. we all do our part. 5am
on a sunday night and for the first time in a week i am ready to sleep in a warm inviting
house in a warm and comfortable bed. warm being the choose word. thank you for this life.
i am officially crashed. almost. these characters are just too colorful to lose time on sleep. back downstairs for more senseless early morning/you haven't had more than an hour of sleep in days type babble.
"you're not drunk until you've seen 5 sunrises in a sleepless row. we are almost drunk..."
-john
the softness of my cheek was welded to the brown leather of johns jacket. the car,
still filled with smoke, sped quietly down an empty highway. we watched the sun greet the
gray colors with a pink warmth. the only thing between my view from the window was adams
well placed cigarette lingering over my stomach. finally, i closed my eyes as my forehead
was kissed- gently singing a song that materialized as i drifted in to sleep. soon enough
we all had a melody. i think, "i am lying on a beer can," and with a smile on my tired face--
i fall in to it.
we've found ourselves a coffee shop that opens early enough
to grab some java & toast before falling asleep in a driveway or snow pile.
i stared in to the hundreds of pictures hanging on the wall and as my head
fell harder into the counter top-- the bellowing laughter shook the small
smokey breakfast joint-- knocking the ash from my cigarette to the floor.
i threw up before the show. adam behind me, encouraging me-- and i hear the squealing of
jack...making me think how badly i want this vomiting out the window to be over.
for the entire night, which is still happening for everyone else, i enjoyed the company of
my good friends and blasting the very lovely music that is made. we all do our part. 5am
on a sunday night and for the first time in a week i am ready to sleep in a warm inviting
house in a warm and comfortable bed. warm being the choose word. thank you for this life.
i am officially crashed. almost. these characters are just too colorful to lose time on sleep. back downstairs for more senseless early morning/you haven't had more than an hour of sleep in days type babble.
"you're not drunk until you've seen 5 sunrises in a sleepless row. we are almost drunk..."
-john