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so.. i tried to have a low key weekend. especially after last weeks arizona meth fest. stayed mostly in. rented movies. bbq'd. had some homies over.
friday passes.
saturday passes.
all clear with little obscurity.
sunday i'm up in OC to deliver mail to my dad. he's recovering from having some cancer taken outta him.
meetin' up with pat. skateeeeeeeing out at a wash.

then i was attacked.
a bee flew straight into my head.
i tried to bat it away. and it stung me, right above the eyebrow.
gayyyyeeee.
so, i held it together for a moment or two, then began thrashing.
i know not to smash the bee into my head, but i would really like it to detach from my skin.
so i throw myself down the wash.
which, for reference, is a large concrete incline.
went head first tumbling down it.
that solved the bee problem, and gave will and pat some good laughs.

so now my face is burrrrrrninnnn and numbin.
no swellin. that ain't how i roll.
an' i'm not a fan of aspirin.
jes' rocked it.
later that night i called up my brother, and mobbed there.
we popped some vicoden, then dropped some E
its sunday night ten o clock.
couple hours later me n' him n' brett drive down to vista.
but not before grabbing a half-o, and blazing till sunrise.
went to work. got off at noon. back home.
and rolled the three grams of greens i had left over (before the half) into beefy joint.
i have no idea how to make these pics fit

he knocked us back a few brain abilities.
by this point single cells are out the window.
puff. puff. how the fuck do i tie my shoes?!?!
everything else is a blur of people and food and who knows.

well. thats enough of that. i'm going to go smoke some more DMT and change my whole perspective on shit again.
maybe this weekend will be quiet. relaxing.