[ Friday, March 25, 2005 ]
word to your respective mothers.
emb ride tonight. on an actual full moon!
i wasn't even gonna go... so tireds. 3&1/2 hours sleep.. 12 hour day of work. hangover. my mind was like, 'fuck that'... but the conspiracy of radness that surrounds emb coaxed me in. at least there was no keg. and at that critical juncture when it seemed like a good idea to smork some reefers, fixie jim saw the light (as manifested in a staggering falling friend) and said unto us (paraphrased) "what the hell... you kids best not!"
and the king of stoke rides on, as we speak, t'wards the empire! AMERIKA! bonne chance, soldier of moonlight! crazy fuckin basterd.
ya. good ride. solid. 13! quickly shrunk to 12... curious fellow of seemingly advanced years and a recent affliction of the irc... he was lost, on the first hill out! well. thats what happens, when thine ride is smart looking, but non-functional, in the hammering sense. speaking of hammering! hammerd the fook out of the way home, a good kingsway burn, all the way down, from central park (bby) to main street, down seventh, n' over the cambie street bridge to the 1135 haro (i think thats the address) where i am now. my flirtation with a 'sweengeeng bach-ha-loar pahd'. i don't think i've done a good full on kingsway burn since i rode the sekine, damn... lotta water under the bridge since then, yehp.
yehp.
on the legal front. i have to write a one page essay on 'crime and consequence'. fucking reetarded. what a thing to have to stay here for. so grade ten. whatever. its the way it goes. maybe its for the best, despite the suck... there are a lot of intangibles that seem better than they were. fairly deep ones. altho other intangibles seem worse. but those aren't so deep. and i've come around. i used to think i didn't really ever want to come back, more or less. but now i think i'll be stoked to come back. but just to visit.
but i gotta get OUT first.
wish me luck.
and i'll return the favour.
w.
Escaper [3/25/2005 06:36:00 AM]
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