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I wouldn't say we ever really settled into our apartment, hence the series title of these particular entries. Regardless of electricity, blankets, and a place to make adequate food, it always felt like we were squatting. If you didn't know better in the day time, you might even suspect we actually were judging from the way the place looked. We went ( Read more... )

One night, Mike asked me if I wanted to tag along with him to Saratoga Springs. I asked him what he was doing and he said, "I dunno, just walking around." I liked that getting out of the house was in itself enough for him. So I went with him to a Clifton Park Walmart and waited around for some high schooler friends of his to show up. They were all ( Read more... )

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Via my Tumblr.

No disrespect, but can you not see the irony in saying you're a vegan, straight-edge (strict sets of rules) anarchist (absolute personal freedom)? Also, I can respect your choice not to eat meat, I didn't for many years although I have been lax lately... but drugs are not automatically a weakness. Its possible not to be an addict ( Read more... )

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I slept until I couldn't and actually wound up waking Kara up, which is something that very rarely happens. That park was a comfy sleep spot, with the exception of waking up a few times really early in the morning to other homebums hacking up phlegm and talking loudly. When we got up, we walked straight to the Red and Black Cafe, an all-vegan, ( Read more... )

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