two days (part duex)
Heres is a rundown of what happened.
Thursday:
NYC, meet an old friend, good times with the new credit card. "Exit Wounds" stripper. DMX has good pot. Soho is pricey, and so are the drinks. broke as shit and looking for a good time. Credit cards aren't accepted everywhere. Washington park, get hussled by dealers in soho when they run off with my money. I put up a fight (verbal). They concede and I walk away with my supply, still shaking a little from confronting nyc "businessmen" at 11pm in a dark and lonely park. moments pass. Shaking has turned to stumbling down manhatten blocks. Find my way into a massage parlor at 12am. scetchy and cheap. fuck happy endings, prostitutes are disgusting. Philadelphia vs NYC, nyc is better. Joe taffy's band is called the Rape Babies, and I check into a hotel for a total of 4 hours.. to sleep.
Friday:
Driving home from NYC, tired and late for a meeting at 2pm. I arrive at 4. They are all gone, but i learn alot about spaceships. Framignham traffic is the pits. I like to use AIM on the highway. End up going to the 18th birthday bash of xval3ntine, met for a total of almost 4 hours in the past. studded belts and gravity bongs.. Drinking ensues, among other things. lets get naked! who wants chicken nuggets?
After loads of smoking its off to medford. discover the joy of a newX drug. Conversations flow like waterfalls, barriers are broken between mind and soul. Every word comes out perfect. Those who were only strangers earlier quickly bond and become good friends. Revelations and epifanies. Moments take priority over minutes. Hi-C and orange juice all around. make your own bubble gum. Wait, is that a raptor or T rex? Which ones a vegan?
The bible says dinasors(sp) didnt exist.
cigarettes..
Sun rise brings new music. Tambarines for hours. Could I keep a beat? Incredible voices and talented individuals. Ipods make me feel hip
We need to get home. long drive back, has anyone seen my seratonin? Where the hell is 93!
inner peace achieved.
shit, i shouldnt of drank more OJ
scenster hoodies and stale smoke in my car, artifacts of time passed
Aviators are the bees knees
Sleep after Degrassi...
Thursday:
NYC, meet an old friend, good times with the new credit card. "Exit Wounds" stripper. DMX has good pot. Soho is pricey, and so are the drinks. broke as shit and looking for a good time. Credit cards aren't accepted everywhere. Washington park, get hussled by dealers in soho when they run off with my money. I put up a fight (verbal). They concede and I walk away with my supply, still shaking a little from confronting nyc "businessmen" at 11pm in a dark and lonely park. moments pass. Shaking has turned to stumbling down manhatten blocks. Find my way into a massage parlor at 12am. scetchy and cheap. fuck happy endings, prostitutes are disgusting. Philadelphia vs NYC, nyc is better. Joe taffy's band is called the Rape Babies, and I check into a hotel for a total of 4 hours.. to sleep.
Friday:
Driving home from NYC, tired and late for a meeting at 2pm. I arrive at 4. They are all gone, but i learn alot about spaceships. Framignham traffic is the pits. I like to use AIM on the highway. End up going to the 18th birthday bash of xval3ntine, met for a total of almost 4 hours in the past. studded belts and gravity bongs.. Drinking ensues, among other things. lets get naked! who wants chicken nuggets?
After loads of smoking its off to medford. discover the joy of a newX drug. Conversations flow like waterfalls, barriers are broken between mind and soul. Every word comes out perfect. Those who were only strangers earlier quickly bond and become good friends. Revelations and epifanies. Moments take priority over minutes. Hi-C and orange juice all around. make your own bubble gum. Wait, is that a raptor or T rex? Which ones a vegan?
The bible says dinasors(sp) didnt exist.
cigarettes..
Sun rise brings new music. Tambarines for hours. Could I keep a beat? Incredible voices and talented individuals. Ipods make me feel hip
We need to get home. long drive back, has anyone seen my seratonin? Where the hell is 93!
inner peace achieved.
shit, i shouldnt of drank more OJ
scenster hoodies and stale smoke in my car, artifacts of time passed
Aviators are the bees knees
Sleep after Degrassi...