a ginormous bruise on my left thigh. the mysterious drunken type.
today
gerson/me...
having mango ice cream pops, the wind blowing in our faces. marley's legend playing. no better feeling.
laying down on the green grass looking at the purple and neon pink trees. inspiration.
swinging, facing the freeway. a park and freeway next to each other. we enjoyed the irony.
making out to zeppelin on his turntables. (the song remains the same)
friendly conversations. IOUs. boca sandwiches. hiding places. smiths. tie dye shirts.
yesterday
gerson
boba/thai. artwork. shades and glasses. let's make use of these lemons
suffocated trees. new england light post.
the show. TREMELLO
on the way there we saw george lopez on the 5 freeway. hahah. i made devil horns and yelled "FUCK YEAH!" fucking traffic brings moments sometimes. he got scared, almost dropped his cigarette and cell phone. in alex's scion it alway's feels like a mission. i can't wait to hotbox that little cube.
these girls were looking at me ugly. gerson got off the stage and spazed out, knocking them and everyone in the front over. good shot. he stepped on my shoes. i didn't get hurt.
josh. fabrizio. gerson. aoki.
fabrizio's sexy leather white shoes. his art on his shirt. we left to the parking lot, smoked out of a cartoon- looking piece. it was beautiful. made me miss my piece. : ( we were drinking beer in the car, also. the owner of the place knocked on the door violently, gerson got out and the dude pulled his beer out of his hand. i got out and the guy said,
"YOU, you have a beer?!"
"Yes, and it's mine."
i got in the car. gerson got in, closed the door and we left. hahahahahaha. he wouldn't stop complaining how they took his beer. we were on our way to the party. fabrizio counted the taco stands. the party was raided. there was cops when we got there. we smoked under this magical looking tree. it was GINORMOUS. the neighborhood was so serene and pretty. everything was.
full stomachs. good sleep.
this next part is pointless.
i wanted to take myspace photos but my cat said no.
tyrone, lil' t.
gerson/me...
having mango ice cream pops, the wind blowing in our faces. marley's legend playing. no better feeling.
laying down on the green grass looking at the purple and neon pink trees. inspiration.
swinging, facing the freeway. a park and freeway next to each other. we enjoyed the irony.
making out to zeppelin on his turntables. (the song remains the same)
friendly conversations. IOUs. boca sandwiches. hiding places. smiths. tie dye shirts.
yesterday
gerson
boba/thai. artwork. shades and glasses. let's make use of these lemons
suffocated trees. new england light post.
the show. TREMELLO
on the way there we saw george lopez on the 5 freeway. hahah. i made devil horns and yelled "FUCK YEAH!" fucking traffic brings moments sometimes. he got scared, almost dropped his cigarette and cell phone. in alex's scion it alway's feels like a mission. i can't wait to hotbox that little cube.
these girls were looking at me ugly. gerson got off the stage and spazed out, knocking them and everyone in the front over. good shot. he stepped on my shoes. i didn't get hurt.
josh. fabrizio. gerson. aoki.
fabrizio's sexy leather white shoes. his art on his shirt. we left to the parking lot, smoked out of a cartoon- looking piece. it was beautiful. made me miss my piece. : ( we were drinking beer in the car, also. the owner of the place knocked on the door violently, gerson got out and the dude pulled his beer out of his hand. i got out and the guy said,
"YOU, you have a beer?!"
"Yes, and it's mine."
i got in the car. gerson got in, closed the door and we left. hahahahahaha. he wouldn't stop complaining how they took his beer. we were on our way to the party. fabrizio counted the taco stands. the party was raided. there was cops when we got there. we smoked under this magical looking tree. it was GINORMOUS. the neighborhood was so serene and pretty. everything was.
full stomachs. good sleep.
this next part is pointless.
i wanted to take myspace photos but my cat said no.
tyrone, lil' t.