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[singalongtime]

I drink Tecate out of Stella Artois glasses. I sit in wooden chairs on a balcony near the beach in Los Angeles, and my view looks east onto power lines, bungalows, palm trees, and the San Gabriel mountains. I bought my first pair of hundred dollar jeans, but my predominant choice of footwear are Vans. On the weekends I work as a pool boy at a

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[quiets]

I received your phone message, happily, but have no phone to return calls with. But I don't talk on the phone anyway (as you pointed out).

Please write more.

and the fog stumbles down the street.

[cassiodorus]

i'll take that, though i'd probably trade that tecate for a spot of mary jane.

[storytellings]

franks apartment scares the shit out of me

[sun_required]

love it.