rugberto
tonight annasaur and i were unceremoniously escorted from pendleton, where we were contentedly sleeping (a phrase without a distinct hint of judgement) amidst a few coke and whiskey bottles, napoleon dynamite in the background, when officer toupee made his presence known. turns out he is quite friendly when he does not think you are drunk, which we accomplished using the same fuck-and-run bottle-in-the-jacket trick that alexis claimed would fool no one. i think she was wrong. now i am not allowed to go to sleep. life is really, really difficult.