when in rome we will do as the romans, when in hell we do shots at the bar
greetings from wherever the fuck i am
another fucking month away from home. i cant stand it. i know i do this every year but i really miss my friends and... shit, i miss miami. first, i need a cigarette (which i might add, i wont be getting for another few weeks, eek). secondly, i need a drink like fucking big time. then i need a splif. then maybe a blowjob. and i must do all of this while chilling with my friends. every last one. even the ones who are gone. is this too much to ask? probably.
but hey, live in hope.
anyways, michigan isnt all that bad. we have a little independent coffee house called the Motherlode. its a thousand times more relaxing than any starbucks ive ever been to. its really my haven. i go there every year and for some reason i just feel so safe and comfortable.
its a safe haven from my storms.
they also (kerim you are going to love this) have a hookah bar, or at least a makeshift one. its on the second floor of this hippie store. and it really makes me with i was eighteen.
my cousin just got married and i got totally plastered at his wedding party. that was... odd. getting drunk around my relatives. but hey, i do it every christmas. and they never mind. (or maybe they never notice...?) anyways, while i was stumbling around the hotel, i really wanted a cigarette. i got to the third floor and there was like this vietnam vet convention with all these old hippies and hardcore nam guys together in one room. odd. this guy was smoking a cigar in the hall so i stumbled over to him and asked him for a cigarette before i realized what the fuck i was doing. he said he didnt have a cigarette but he did have a cigar. so i was like hey, a smoke is a smoke. i asked him for a light and lit the cigar backwards but it still worked (i didnt bite off the tip). so i expressed my gratitude and took my leave.
so here i was -- a kid walking around some random hotel with a cigar in his mouth--blasted out of my mind--in butt-fuck ohio with two wedding parties going on and a nam vet convention--all playing old time 50s music. needless to say... i felt like Hunter S. Thompson.
But seriously, this vacation away from miami is actually much-needed for me. i really did need a break from the constant binge drinking and smoking i was doing the few weeks before i left (kerim knows mostly what im talking about... and so does cam but he didnt really give a fuck). its giving my time to practice cooking and guitar and write the screenplay to my UM application movie. which, by the way, is going to be a really big thing for me. im going to need a lot of help and a lot of actors and actresses as well. (im also thinking of adding a couple sex scenes with the protagonist (yours truly). any willing and able applicants can let me know in advance ;) (no, seriously) im going to be doing most of my actual filming at the end of the vacation and during the school year hopefully before early decision application time.
i miss you guys.
peace and love to all.
-Nick
ps: apologies to everyone for that extended series of successive high posts... i just get a little poetic and a little carried away when im high.
another fucking month away from home. i cant stand it. i know i do this every year but i really miss my friends and... shit, i miss miami. first, i need a cigarette (which i might add, i wont be getting for another few weeks, eek). secondly, i need a drink like fucking big time. then i need a splif. then maybe a blowjob. and i must do all of this while chilling with my friends. every last one. even the ones who are gone. is this too much to ask? probably.
but hey, live in hope.
anyways, michigan isnt all that bad. we have a little independent coffee house called the Motherlode. its a thousand times more relaxing than any starbucks ive ever been to. its really my haven. i go there every year and for some reason i just feel so safe and comfortable.
its a safe haven from my storms.
they also (kerim you are going to love this) have a hookah bar, or at least a makeshift one. its on the second floor of this hippie store. and it really makes me with i was eighteen.
my cousin just got married and i got totally plastered at his wedding party. that was... odd. getting drunk around my relatives. but hey, i do it every christmas. and they never mind. (or maybe they never notice...?) anyways, while i was stumbling around the hotel, i really wanted a cigarette. i got to the third floor and there was like this vietnam vet convention with all these old hippies and hardcore nam guys together in one room. odd. this guy was smoking a cigar in the hall so i stumbled over to him and asked him for a cigarette before i realized what the fuck i was doing. he said he didnt have a cigarette but he did have a cigar. so i was like hey, a smoke is a smoke. i asked him for a light and lit the cigar backwards but it still worked (i didnt bite off the tip). so i expressed my gratitude and took my leave.
so here i was -- a kid walking around some random hotel with a cigar in his mouth--blasted out of my mind--in butt-fuck ohio with two wedding parties going on and a nam vet convention--all playing old time 50s music. needless to say... i felt like Hunter S. Thompson.
But seriously, this vacation away from miami is actually much-needed for me. i really did need a break from the constant binge drinking and smoking i was doing the few weeks before i left (kerim knows mostly what im talking about... and so does cam but he didnt really give a fuck). its giving my time to practice cooking and guitar and write the screenplay to my UM application movie. which, by the way, is going to be a really big thing for me. im going to need a lot of help and a lot of actors and actresses as well. (im also thinking of adding a couple sex scenes with the protagonist (yours truly). any willing and able applicants can let me know in advance ;) (no, seriously) im going to be doing most of my actual filming at the end of the vacation and during the school year hopefully before early decision application time.
i miss you guys.
peace and love to all.
-Nick
ps: apologies to everyone for that extended series of successive high posts... i just get a little poetic and a little carried away when im high.