[ Thursday, May 22, 2003 ]
day is still going... but closer to the end. pretty stimulatin' stuff.so yeah, more background on the things written earlier. last friday brent n' devon had their housewarming. before hand, well, i was feeling all riled up, and i had to go home , because that is where both my liquor and my dinner were... so anyways, i put on the circle jerks and start slamming back beer and it seems like a great idea to start spray painting my cupboards... which i start doing, as well as 'touching up' a couple of paintings i was never happy with... man, that spray paint, it makes a haze! my lungs still feel a bit funny, like i just quit smoking, but they are getting better. so, by the time i was ready to leave, i was all drunk and pumped up on punk rock, and strung out on spray paint. a weird and unruly way to feel, let me tell you. so then a bit of a "dove hunter" jam, n' off to party land... party land was allright, chatted to friends n' strangers and pretty ladies, apparently smashed a bunch of shit... but not , y'know... real shit, but i've been accused of kicking over a barbecue which had a dozen or so empties sitting on top of it... whatever. at least i didn't want to tag the garage, tho i had spray paint in hand had i wanted to. as b-dawg said to the guy who asked if he could tag the thing, and i agree, "sure, go ahead, if yer gonna paint up 2pac and the virgin mary"... yuhp. enough of peoples stupid tags. bring the art back to graffiti. for fuck all!
where was i?
ah fuck , whatever.
where'm i going with all this? hmmm. don't know.
rock over london, rock on chicago,
wheaties, breakfast of champions.
yah, and sunday we went camping, and i woke up after three hours of drunk sleep on the cold ground with the weirdest shit coming out of my nose... so clogged! like never before, and a really strange colour, too... also, i had this horrible pain in my ear, i was sure i had an ear infection, but i think i'm fine. eventually i was able to blow mosta tha crap outta my head. it was pretty cold up there, but good. nice to see the lake, and the stars, hear the frogs, and the screaming girl guides, or whatever they were, and be awoken by the screaming of a 2 year old... he's a good kid though, i guess. seems cool. little kids, they are so strange. i used to envy them, now i'm not so sure.
Escaper [5/22/2003 09:02:00 PM]
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