Bloomfield Death Toll pt.2
There are 62 more pictures here from my stinky basement party, courtesy of the amazing DMC.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/stolendave/25271.html#cutid1
The house is right now in shambles. There are liquor bottles all over the place, half-packed boxes in the kitchen and zero gig posters on the fridge. At this point I can't wait to get the fuck out of that house. Too bad I don't get along with my Dad, I'd only have to move two blocks to Agricola. But nope, I'm bustin' and livin' on the outskirts with momma so I can save up some scrilla. That means lots of cabs, much less hangouts and me trying to sleep on your couch so I don't have to spend 13 bucks on a cab in the middle of the night.
I want to take a trip to Alberta to visit some old friends but I don't think my flow is good enough. Doldrums prevail as of late, maybe I just need to tour eight months out of the year. Braid my hair I'm off to hop a train. I want to live that dirty lifestyle, I want to be on the road all the time. Then my eff-damn eyes open up and I'm stuck with bills and responsibilities in fucking Halifax.