The day of infamy....
AHAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I can now go into stores and buy pornographic material. Ah'm a sure fire adult now, fer shore!
Meaning I'm 18 today.
My folks are coming up to Syracuse, and we're gonna party hardcore. Like, HARDCORE, dude...
Tear up all the nightclubs and all of that.
I walked all the way to downtown yesterday, which is about 2 miles. I then proceeded to treat myself at a smelly Chinese restaurant. I forget what it was called, because I think I called it Stinky's. The food was good though.
I remember a point in life where I'd never heard of drum corps. That's back when I had time in life to not think about things constantly. I think that's what's driving me in-friggin-sane. Having to think to much. When I was a little kid, my parents thought I was dumb as a rock, because I didn't say anything. They kinda caught on when I was able to read at age five, though. But I didn't have to think about it, dammit! School was nothing, up until the sixth grade or so. I passed my classes, but not well. Didn't care. Still don't. As long as I get those delicious credits, I'm a happy camper. Buh.
Have you heard about them suicide pilots being stopped in the airport metal detectors, but being allowed to later pass through, onto their planes, to proceed to crash them into shit? Crazy stuff, man. I don't think that this was any one person's fault, obviously. It's all their faults. But is the whole security thing we've got going as well. So much for that, dude.
Until next time,
Peace out
Home Slices.
I can now go into stores and buy pornographic material. Ah'm a sure fire adult now, fer shore!
Meaning I'm 18 today.
My folks are coming up to Syracuse, and we're gonna party hardcore. Like, HARDCORE, dude...
Tear up all the nightclubs and all of that.
I walked all the way to downtown yesterday, which is about 2 miles. I then proceeded to treat myself at a smelly Chinese restaurant. I forget what it was called, because I think I called it Stinky's. The food was good though.
I remember a point in life where I'd never heard of drum corps. That's back when I had time in life to not think about things constantly. I think that's what's driving me in-friggin-sane. Having to think to much. When I was a little kid, my parents thought I was dumb as a rock, because I didn't say anything. They kinda caught on when I was able to read at age five, though. But I didn't have to think about it, dammit! School was nothing, up until the sixth grade or so. I passed my classes, but not well. Didn't care. Still don't. As long as I get those delicious credits, I'm a happy camper. Buh.
Have you heard about them suicide pilots being stopped in the airport metal detectors, but being allowed to later pass through, onto their planes, to proceed to crash them into shit? Crazy stuff, man. I don't think that this was any one person's fault, obviously. It's all their faults. But is the whole security thing we've got going as well. So much for that, dude.
Until next time,
Peace out
Home Slices.