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Ecstasy is the most unreliable street drug. It's beginning to piss me off. A good dose only one-out-of-three, and I fucking had a tolerance. Other irritations include the soundtrack to "The Gladiator" at 5am, broken bootlaces, accounting discrepancies, and poor cereal selection. Oh yeah, and I got kicked out of the Strat and may have gotten Courtney (and another or two?) into serious trouble... I feel like an asshole.
This weekend the fucking Dalai Lama was speaking at Central Park (after enough wine, pot and videogames, though, there was no chance of getting up early enough), so we kept seeing monks all over. Nikki got to see the big cheese on her own time, and together we, including Billy, saw this rad Native American dancer in Central Park, by those big stairs with all the weddings. He might have been a flamer of sorts, who knows: but he stomped around like mad with percussion on his ankles while playing a violin and belting out opera. Impressive shit.
Now for another week of debatable sobriety, last minute homework, minimal sleep, and some serious Mario Battle action. AND MY SALVATION! The Vibrators at CB's Tomorrow. Mmm!
This weekend the fucking Dalai Lama was speaking at Central Park (after enough wine, pot and videogames, though, there was no chance of getting up early enough), so we kept seeing monks all over. Nikki got to see the big cheese on her own time, and together we, including Billy, saw this rad Native American dancer in Central Park, by those big stairs with all the weddings. He might have been a flamer of sorts, who knows: but he stomped around like mad with percussion on his ankles while playing a violin and belting out opera. Impressive shit.
Now for another week of debatable sobriety, last minute homework, minimal sleep, and some serious Mario Battle action. AND MY SALVATION! The Vibrators at CB's Tomorrow. Mmm!