Things to do in PA when you're dead.
SO ANYWAY I went to the flea market but it was unbearably hot (I mean ridiculously so, I was dripping onto all the home-made anti-Bush pins) and I was too much of a dick to wait around. Bought a Warren Zevon album and a collection of Wodehouse's Psmith novels. Zevon's songs are beautiful in a relaxed, unassuming sort of way, it's really a shame he isn't remembered more.
Anyway.
I swear I'll actually show up tomorrow if that shit's still on. Scout's honor. Honest is as honest does. Cross my heart and etc.
Cassie, I forget when you come back from Paris, but presumably you'll be tech-savvy enough to scroll back in your flist and read THIS VERY SENTENCE wherein I ask you if you've ever listened to Bad Brains. Black guys with dreadlocks playing a combination of reggae and balls-out hardcore punk, they're fantastic, you could very well hate them but you'd get massive amounts of Black Power Scene Points.
Anyway.
I swear I'll actually show up tomorrow if that shit's still on. Scout's honor. Honest is as honest does. Cross my heart and etc.
Cassie, I forget when you come back from Paris, but presumably you'll be tech-savvy enough to scroll back in your flist and read THIS VERY SENTENCE wherein I ask you if you've ever listened to Bad Brains. Black guys with dreadlocks playing a combination of reggae and balls-out hardcore punk, they're fantastic, you could very well hate them but you'd get massive amounts of Black Power Scene Points.