I love the friends I have made on this thin raft, we have assembled temples in honor of our escaping

Apr 10, 2005 19:34

I rate my weekend at about: 7

I got some really nice things to eat that weighed in at about an 1/8 of an ounce. They would have been far better if my father had not called, forcing me to come home, right as I was beginning the trip. Nonetheless, they were fucking amazing.

This like 7 year old kid came dangerously close to touching my package about 10 times. I was scared.

We (Blake, Eamon, Mitchell, Brianna, I) went on an hour and a half bus/MAX ride to Portland to meet up with this singer that wants to be in my organized music project. He couldn't hang out or come back with us when we got there, fucking lame. Instead we went to saturday market, bought some papers, rolled one of the hugest joints in my smoking career, and listened to the tunes of the streets.

Then the shittiest shit that could have possibly happened to the homies (not me though) happened. Lets hope (pray if you're religious) they don't get fucked severely by the law.

the cheese stands alone.
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