ghostdance

Partied too hard last night. Started off chillin at my spot with my boy who's back in town and his friend who was wanting to make a tape freestyling through my headphones but they passed out early and I bounced, told them I'd be back late and then didn't even go home lat night. Went to this art show downtown, but it wasn't much of a show at all. I took a walk down the street to see if this rooftop I took was still running, ran into an old friend I hadn't sen in ages. Kid is doing big things at some music college in Chi-town, playing bass in jazz bands, that's th fuckin life. Ended up at this party on the Northside, tried to holler at this skater chick with a shaved head who's rad as fuck, I don't remember how that went but I ended up chillin with her friend instead, hottie, seemed to be going good until I couldn't remember her name. Left when the sun came up and hopped on the bus with her and some other people, all I remember after that is walking back to their spot and having to drag a trash can mad far for some reason. Woke up at 2:00pm and realised I had to be at my little bro's graduation today, shook the spot and am about to go to that shit, it's good I didn't miss it. I'm bout to pass the fuck out when that shit is over and try to stay alive.

Life is good.