How Am I Not Myself?
broke things the fuck off with chris, sick of the way he talks to me , done with our bullshit. Even though i was working a trade to get the hat back (kelsea) for the sleeping bag he left there (worth it? not after his gross head (liz was all "his heads gotten bigger" for it really has)) but nah hes not worth one more breath of my voice because even being by myself is doing better for myself than him, its just old flames die tough or something/
yesterday i went to Tubs with Liz god i love that girl, she paid for me and crap, and the beers, and the morning shots of Jack. that was, yeah saturday. Saturday after sleeping in Kevin (her guyfriend above bartells on the ave) ' s closet, and then the next day getting supposedly blamed for "pinching a sack" that was in there when
1. it was totally dark and i didnt spend a second looking around in there
2. this is not even kevins shit, its this dude TIm who i met when he first rolled into town years ago, this fool fucker with fake dreads now whos sayin some bullshit about me cause
3. i have my own weed and i just plain didnt do that.
fuckin i shoulda gone back to the party @ the spot, i was just really tired and i figgured while i had a place to stay i mightawell've just stayed.
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i drove last night!!! all the way down 27th street, around 2 roundabouts, totally pschyed. drivings addictive, im going to try to get slinger to teach me to drive on his P.O.S. red 86 jetta thats reciently got a window busted for someone broke in in his P.O.S. neighborhood and stole his cds and his sterio and the amp and oh, oh poor man but i havent even seen it yet, he wont be straightup with me. whatever. i 'll always see him again. he even offered to do that Months ago, get me a licence-teach me how to drive. not sure if it still stands but possibly i could manipulate him with oral?
monkies
yesterday i went to Tubs with Liz god i love that girl, she paid for me and crap, and the beers, and the morning shots of Jack. that was, yeah saturday. Saturday after sleeping in Kevin (her guyfriend above bartells on the ave) ' s closet, and then the next day getting supposedly blamed for "pinching a sack" that was in there when
1. it was totally dark and i didnt spend a second looking around in there
2. this is not even kevins shit, its this dude TIm who i met when he first rolled into town years ago, this fool fucker with fake dreads now whos sayin some bullshit about me cause
3. i have my own weed and i just plain didnt do that.
fuckin i shoulda gone back to the party @ the spot, i was just really tired and i figgured while i had a place to stay i mightawell've just stayed.
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i drove last night!!! all the way down 27th street, around 2 roundabouts, totally pschyed. drivings addictive, im going to try to get slinger to teach me to drive on his P.O.S. red 86 jetta thats reciently got a window busted for someone broke in in his P.O.S. neighborhood and stole his cds and his sterio and the amp and oh, oh poor man but i havent even seen it yet, he wont be straightup with me. whatever. i 'll always see him again. he even offered to do that Months ago, get me a licence-teach me how to drive. not sure if it still stands but possibly i could manipulate him with oral?
monkies