Carry On, My Wayward Son. There'll Be Peace When You Are Done.

Dec 30, 2008 08:41

Hell of a fuckin' night. 'Least the hotel ain't that bad. Actually kinna nice. The curtains are a bit much, dunno how I feel 'bout all these faggy damned flowers.

Insurance payin' in full, though. Can't really complain 'bout that. Don't really need a new car to be made into a sardine can, either. Guess it's time for a new investment. Already got somethin' in mind, too.

Yyl, Shuuhei, Ms.. still don't know your name. Thanks for an' entertain' night, despite the rough patches.

Motherfuck, I have a headache. When does the god-damned liquor store open?



As promised. [ Hotel and room number ] Anyone asks? Ya have no idea, haven't seen me since the bar.
Now stop fuckin' worryin' so much. Ain't good for ya.

Guess this is really it. Huh. .. Wonder if they got any gauze an' asprin behind the desk in the lobby. Should probably be checkin' on that.

yylfordt, lolol compact car for srs, jules, shuuhei

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