Word.
Steve's place last night was legit. Drank, karaoked, met some rad furs, had a great time. Much thanks to Steve.
Only not cool part was when I came home. Still drunk, I wander into the kitchen in the dark, to suddenly notice a handful of coffee mugs and frying pans floating in midair. I basically shit myself, then realize that my mother has installed some hooks on the walls to hang them up since we have no room for anything in our tiny-ass house.
Anyway, back to sleep maybe, maybe make some grooves, and then to Dylan's tonight.
Only not cool part was when I came home. Still drunk, I wander into the kitchen in the dark, to suddenly notice a handful of coffee mugs and frying pans floating in midair. I basically shit myself, then realize that my mother has installed some hooks on the walls to hang them up since we have no room for anything in our tiny-ass house.
Anyway, back to sleep maybe, maybe make some grooves, and then to Dylan's tonight.