Feb 08, 2004 01:30
From: bkinney@kinnetic.net
To: sunshine@kinnetic.net
Sunshine,
Won't be home till after eight. Lock the door if you go out. If you see Mikey, tell him I'll bring him the stash he wanted tomorrow. Although I don't know why he bothers, Professor Perfect doesn't put that crap in his body. Getting high is no fun alone, as you know.
Speaking of high ...remind me to take a double hit of E again like I did last night. Whatever the fuck you did with your tongue needs to be repeated. As does the trick with the honey and chocolate.
... So ... you want to stay in tonight?
I'll call you later. Hold your breath, or whatever it is you do when you're waiting around for me.
-B