the anarchist fair
things are crazy/beautiful, spinning in multicolored lights around my dizzy head. i can feel an ache down to the core of my bones. last night i went to see the infernal noise brigade at some sort of anarchist ho-down. i drank whiskey & cheap beer & someone slipped me something, but trevor was there to take care of me so it was okay. i fell asleep at a bus stop for a while & finally caught a bus, then we hitch hiked back to greenlake, but our wonderfully impaired drunk driver dropped us off on the opposite side of the lake. so we walked, several blocks, & got breakfast/magic hangover cure at beth's. then we stole a cat & set him free again.
it was interesting, to say the least.
now i'm sitting here listening to soul coughing while trevor cooks up eggs. we're off to go house shopping soon.
at this point, i kind of just want to grab some blankets & head for the nearest park. anything's better than redmond.
p.s. bill gates is a dillhole.