icarustar

I just got back from this bar called Dubliners in Noe Valley, in San Francisco, in California, which is a state of the union called The United States of America. It really doesn't matter. Point is, I wrote a lot of prose/poetry/diary shit, had 4 big glasses of Heffeweisen (sp?) (one on the house!), laughed at my self, listened to a good jukebox (Korn, Led Zeppelin, Blur, Oasis, Sublime, the Clash, Sex Pistols, Beastie Boys, etc.) and talked to the bartender with the transtional British accent. There was a girl I thought was cute.....blah blah blah. The story could be from anyone, any city, USA......it doesn't matter. I'm going to bed, I'm drunk, and got work tomorrow. I love you all, at the same time fuck you all.....gently and with mutual enjoyment.

quit eating me, dammit