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Monday -
My girl Shirline had just ended a relationship with her boyfriend of I think three years and was going through a rough time so I smoked her up and we chilled and laughed about mad shit. I really wanted to keep her mind off of him so she wouldn't be too broken up about it. Played pool and I must admit I cannot play pool for my life when I'm blazed! Hahahaha.
Tuesday -
I smoked so much, to the point where I was blasted out of my mind, and I started getting a little anxious. I was surrounded by people I didn't really know, which made me feel lonelier than I have ever felt, and started thinking about how badly I treat my mother sometimes. The reason I smoke lately, other than to put my mind at ease, is because it makes me appreciate everything so much more. I appreciate my mother's hard working self. She sleeps on a couch every night with two roommates living in the house. I have a room, but she sleeps on the couch. She has no real home, no real bed. And everyday I somehow manage to not appreciate this until now. I really love her. She always tries to make me happy somehow, and I know the reason why she wants me home early is because she can't have a good nights sleep until she knows I'm home and safe. From now on I'll understand her needs. And you know, fuck it, I'll let her sleep in my room sometimes. I'll sleep on the couch, the floor, whatever.
Wednesday -
Bodies was pretty crazy, I went with Chris and Chris.
Dead babies, dead babies inside a dead mother's womb, sliced up body parts, someone's skin dancing with his own skeleton, brains (oh and I held someone's brain and heart... you get to touch these actual body parts injected with silicone), lots of dangling testicles, a body sliced up in all sorts of ways (vertical and horizontal), dead muthafuckas playing basketball, baseball, jesus christ so much death everywhere. It was really cool. I had a great time, Chris Leone seemed pretty grossed out and was gagging every five minutes. Chris Ottmar said his balls hurt the whole time.
Then I headed out to Brooklyn to go cheer Roman up because he was extremely depressed. I smoked him up, we had a little talk, things were cool. I hope he feels better.
Thursday -
Went to eat dinner with Chloe at Yaffas. God I'm going to miss her so much. My half asian sister is gone to college! I wish you the very best and nothing but the best. You will have no problem making friends, that's for sure. Just don't forget about me bitch! :)
I headed over to Brooklyn again, met up with Dave and Roman. Smoked some buddah, drank some happy tea, and all was good. We had a good time except Roman was feeling pretty shitty still so that was a bummer. He was kind of in his own little world so I let him be.
Now I get on the train around 1:30 and I see big signs everywhere saying "NO TRAINS TO MANHATTAN" so I ended up having to take it alllllll the way to Coney Island and waiting there while the trains are getting mopped and then it finally went running again after about half an hour. I thought I would be pissed, but I just listened to some Cave-In and Explosions in the Sky and I have to tell you... when you're in a GREAT mood and you're ALONE in a train car... I believe there is absolutely not a better feeling. I was in such a good mood I wished the train ride wouldn't end. Now I'm home, still feeling amazing, still listening to Explosions. Gotta love these instrumental ambient groups.
My girl Shirline had just ended a relationship with her boyfriend of I think three years and was going through a rough time so I smoked her up and we chilled and laughed about mad shit. I really wanted to keep her mind off of him so she wouldn't be too broken up about it. Played pool and I must admit I cannot play pool for my life when I'm blazed! Hahahaha.
Tuesday -
I smoked so much, to the point where I was blasted out of my mind, and I started getting a little anxious. I was surrounded by people I didn't really know, which made me feel lonelier than I have ever felt, and started thinking about how badly I treat my mother sometimes. The reason I smoke lately, other than to put my mind at ease, is because it makes me appreciate everything so much more. I appreciate my mother's hard working self. She sleeps on a couch every night with two roommates living in the house. I have a room, but she sleeps on the couch. She has no real home, no real bed. And everyday I somehow manage to not appreciate this until now. I really love her. She always tries to make me happy somehow, and I know the reason why she wants me home early is because she can't have a good nights sleep until she knows I'm home and safe. From now on I'll understand her needs. And you know, fuck it, I'll let her sleep in my room sometimes. I'll sleep on the couch, the floor, whatever.
Wednesday -
Bodies was pretty crazy, I went with Chris and Chris.
Dead babies, dead babies inside a dead mother's womb, sliced up body parts, someone's skin dancing with his own skeleton, brains (oh and I held someone's brain and heart... you get to touch these actual body parts injected with silicone), lots of dangling testicles, a body sliced up in all sorts of ways (vertical and horizontal), dead muthafuckas playing basketball, baseball, jesus christ so much death everywhere. It was really cool. I had a great time, Chris Leone seemed pretty grossed out and was gagging every five minutes. Chris Ottmar said his balls hurt the whole time.
Then I headed out to Brooklyn to go cheer Roman up because he was extremely depressed. I smoked him up, we had a little talk, things were cool. I hope he feels better.
Thursday -
Went to eat dinner with Chloe at Yaffas. God I'm going to miss her so much. My half asian sister is gone to college! I wish you the very best and nothing but the best. You will have no problem making friends, that's for sure. Just don't forget about me bitch! :)
I headed over to Brooklyn again, met up with Dave and Roman. Smoked some buddah, drank some happy tea, and all was good. We had a good time except Roman was feeling pretty shitty still so that was a bummer. He was kind of in his own little world so I let him be.
Now I get on the train around 1:30 and I see big signs everywhere saying "NO TRAINS TO MANHATTAN" so I ended up having to take it alllllll the way to Coney Island and waiting there while the trains are getting mopped and then it finally went running again after about half an hour. I thought I would be pissed, but I just listened to some Cave-In and Explosions in the Sky and I have to tell you... when you're in a GREAT mood and you're ALONE in a train car... I believe there is absolutely not a better feeling. I was in such a good mood I wished the train ride wouldn't end. Now I'm home, still feeling amazing, still listening to Explosions. Gotta love these instrumental ambient groups.