Apparently crack's back in vogue with Lewiston's old gaurd again. Its heartbreaking and incredibly frustrating. These are people who used watch my back when I was the only punk at Lewiston Jr. High. Some (admittedly not all) of these people are absolutely brilliant and increibly talented. I'll never understand how someone's self esteem can be so fucked that the idea of smoking that shit can seem appealing. Seriously, what goes through someone's head when they pick up the pipe? Gee, that toothless guy on the corner trying to sell me random stolen door handles and offering handjobs seems like a happy fellow. Its must be the crack. Perhaps I too should start smoking the bones.
What a fucking waste.
Anyhoo, I've been in a pretty good mood despite that tidbit of news. The Turbonegro "Dirty Dudes Done Dirt Cheap" work shirt a friend sent me for Christmas arrived today and I've been dancing around to the Eagles of Death Metal all day.
What a fucking waste.
Anyhoo, I've been in a pretty good mood despite that tidbit of news. The Turbonegro "Dirty Dudes Done Dirt Cheap" work shirt a friend sent me for Christmas arrived today and I've been dancing around to the Eagles of Death Metal all day.