Elvis Perkins is a rude dickhead
I'm walking down North Lamar hours after I ate a handful of mushrooms.
I had just left Eeyore's Birthday Party to catch a cab to Stubb's to meet Val.
My brain is just starting to begin to process the trouble I'm seriously in as I had no concrete grasp of reality.
That, and I was terribly lost on a street I had never been on.
Meanwhile, I'm talking to Val on the phone, which I imagine, was like talking to that drunk guy at a party who's wayyy to drunk and "makes" social or political commentaries to convince you that they could single handedly fix the world whilst slurring their speech.
But I digress.
Stubb's was...well read the title.
Had burgers at Casino el Camino and some brews at the Jackalope.
yadayadayada
the Science of Sleep and then, sleep.
Long story short, Val is my hero
I had just left Eeyore's Birthday Party to catch a cab to Stubb's to meet Val.
My brain is just starting to begin to process the trouble I'm seriously in as I had no concrete grasp of reality.
That, and I was terribly lost on a street I had never been on.
Meanwhile, I'm talking to Val on the phone, which I imagine, was like talking to that drunk guy at a party who's wayyy to drunk and "makes" social or political commentaries to convince you that they could single handedly fix the world whilst slurring their speech.
But I digress.
Stubb's was...well read the title.
Had burgers at Casino el Camino and some brews at the Jackalope.
yadayadayada
the Science of Sleep and then, sleep.
Long story short, Val is my hero