tommy and levi and assorted fun
more gay/str8 with my bro - - -
me: tom youre going camping tomorrow?
tom: yah fairhaven or something
me: straight
tom: yas' pretty straight
and hes getting so lazy lately, in a good way, that he doesnt even pronounce the whole word "gay". instead he just puts the "g" sound into the noun. Komenski is Gomenski, and Jeffrey is Geffrey. so straight.
alright and here id like to say a few words in loving memory of Levi. im no so good at eulogies, much less hopeful eulogies. the only one ive even really considered is my moms. for similar reasons, let me get to the point.
with a little luck i wont see this kid again. he is going to rehab for oxycontin. rough ride last few weeks and his pops is got cancer topitoff.
Levi stumbled over to my house the other night. nearly crying on the furthest edges of intoxication. this would be the last time we'd get to chill, if rehab works. as you see i am a bad influence with my drug consumption. haha in fact just a few weeks ago i introduced him to the oxy dealers. SO fucked up. but anyway i dont think these things.
i packed him a pipe and we talked for a while about growing up. he knew about my moms cancer which is a secret the family's been hiding for a good decade nowabouts. whatever. i wish i'd have packed a danker pipe, if i knew it would be the last time we were going to puff.
alright i dont even know. i dont know enough words to do Levi justice.
one last line though "LEVI EATS POOP!"
sober,
steven
me: tom youre going camping tomorrow?
tom: yah fairhaven or something
me: straight
tom: yas' pretty straight
and hes getting so lazy lately, in a good way, that he doesnt even pronounce the whole word "gay". instead he just puts the "g" sound into the noun. Komenski is Gomenski, and Jeffrey is Geffrey. so straight.
alright and here id like to say a few words in loving memory of Levi. im no so good at eulogies, much less hopeful eulogies. the only one ive even really considered is my moms. for similar reasons, let me get to the point.
with a little luck i wont see this kid again. he is going to rehab for oxycontin. rough ride last few weeks and his pops is got cancer topitoff.
Levi stumbled over to my house the other night. nearly crying on the furthest edges of intoxication. this would be the last time we'd get to chill, if rehab works. as you see i am a bad influence with my drug consumption. haha in fact just a few weeks ago i introduced him to the oxy dealers. SO fucked up. but anyway i dont think these things.
i packed him a pipe and we talked for a while about growing up. he knew about my moms cancer which is a secret the family's been hiding for a good decade nowabouts. whatever. i wish i'd have packed a danker pipe, if i knew it would be the last time we were going to puff.
alright i dont even know. i dont know enough words to do Levi justice.
one last line though "LEVI EATS POOP!"
sober,
steven