i am a visitor here, i am not permanent
you could see the stars last night johnna.
i hope you looked. they were beautiful.
smoked with dawn and johnna.
smoked to get high just to get away.
kept smoking after i was high because i kept looking at johnna.
i know she knows that. she asked me.
then dawn made us leave 30 minutes after we smoked.
so i video gamed up to the faygo store parking lot.
and i couldnt shake it off. i'd think "shkae it off" and id start thinking about random shit, then remember i was driving and not remember where i was or how i got there.
sorry. i made johnna be the one to get us there.
god, my muse. that wasnt the pot talking, at least at that point.
and yesterday i almost killed myself (and walter) on accident.
97 at like noon. fast lane. someone taps my bumper. and i do this:
turn left into the shoulder
make a circle, slow to face head-on traffic
backwards up into the center lane
make another circle, end up in the right lane
and i cried. scared the fuck out of me. didnt hit anyone. the guy that hit me kept going. no one got a tag.
and i have to read about 50 pages of history, kill me, before tomorrow or i fail the class.
love.
i hope you looked. they were beautiful.
smoked with dawn and johnna.
smoked to get high just to get away.
kept smoking after i was high because i kept looking at johnna.
i know she knows that. she asked me.
then dawn made us leave 30 minutes after we smoked.
so i video gamed up to the faygo store parking lot.
and i couldnt shake it off. i'd think "shkae it off" and id start thinking about random shit, then remember i was driving and not remember where i was or how i got there.
sorry. i made johnna be the one to get us there.
god, my muse. that wasnt the pot talking, at least at that point.
and yesterday i almost killed myself (and walter) on accident.
97 at like noon. fast lane. someone taps my bumper. and i do this:
turn left into the shoulder
make a circle, slow to face head-on traffic
backwards up into the center lane
make another circle, end up in the right lane
and i cried. scared the fuck out of me. didnt hit anyone. the guy that hit me kept going. no one got a tag.
and i have to read about 50 pages of history, kill me, before tomorrow or i fail the class.
love.