so last night i go to this party/art show in the abandoned building across the street from my house. well, around the corner. for argument's sake we'll say this is it:
so i go and this place has all the potential in the world: longhairs, tight asses, teenage boys, puppet shows, videos, live music and the like. too bad i had no money for beer and no herb to my name. so i call around to let people know about this little happening, and to see if i can get some bud.
what luck. jay just picked up an eigth.
after almost begging him to come (in retrospect what was i thinking), he says he'll show. too bad that the party just got busted up. next thing you know jay slithers around the corner with john and that son of a bitch paul, the thing that knows no joy. hello awkward city. i'm really glad that I invited you. So i had to go home. What the fuck? i just don't understand how paul could be so incredibly stupid that it would not cross his mind that coming would be a bad idea. fucking dickwad. thanks for ruining my night, but i should have expected it.
I hope you get burried alive or some other equally terrible death and then rot in hell.