The Shins were fun.
work is work and getting steady. I don't know whether to be happy or sad about that.
my neighbor upstairs, a very nice girl, has taken to stomping on her floor to show her appreciation for my mad guitar skills.
my living room has turned into a painting studio and I eat my meals on the floor.
I was thinking about Frankie, this kid I whent to grade school with. He was a real addict. In fifth grade he looked like Spicolli from Fast Times. That was when I looked like my stepmother was dressing me. One day on the way to school, I think 10th grade, I found a bag of thick funky ass bud rite there on the ground!! Yup, found it. It was like gold to a poor kid that only smoked shity mexi. To make this short, basicaly, Frankie and I had a smoke up at lunch, and well this shit turned out to be laced with something awfull. I was tripping all through 5th period when I was supposed to be taking a test. My brain was dripping onto my paper. I couldn't even hold my pen and if I was somewhere other than LA unified, they would have hauld my ass outa there. I was dumb enough to go to 6th period where I was picked on fiercly by everyone around me.
So yeah, I made it home, but I was so woried about Frankie I thaught maybe he'd think I was fuckin' with him or maybe he'd lose it and get busted, but the next day I saw him. In the lockeroom I turned around and there he was, the biggest fuckin' grin on his face. He was EXTATIC, high fiven "DUUUUDE THAT WAS SOME GOOOOOD SHIT!!!" Well yeah, I should have known. I was such a pussy.
work is work and getting steady. I don't know whether to be happy or sad about that.
my neighbor upstairs, a very nice girl, has taken to stomping on her floor to show her appreciation for my mad guitar skills.
my living room has turned into a painting studio and I eat my meals on the floor.
I was thinking about Frankie, this kid I whent to grade school with. He was a real addict. In fifth grade he looked like Spicolli from Fast Times. That was when I looked like my stepmother was dressing me. One day on the way to school, I think 10th grade, I found a bag of thick funky ass bud rite there on the ground!! Yup, found it. It was like gold to a poor kid that only smoked shity mexi. To make this short, basicaly, Frankie and I had a smoke up at lunch, and well this shit turned out to be laced with something awfull. I was tripping all through 5th period when I was supposed to be taking a test. My brain was dripping onto my paper. I couldn't even hold my pen and if I was somewhere other than LA unified, they would have hauld my ass outa there. I was dumb enough to go to 6th period where I was picked on fiercly by everyone around me.
So yeah, I made it home, but I was so woried about Frankie I thaught maybe he'd think I was fuckin' with him or maybe he'd lose it and get busted, but the next day I saw him. In the lockeroom I turned around and there he was, the biggest fuckin' grin on his face. He was EXTATIC, high fiven "DUUUUDE THAT WAS SOME GOOOOOD SHIT!!!" Well yeah, I should have known. I was such a pussy.
I eat all my meals on the floor, mainly because I don't have a table, but also because I prefer it that way. Either sitting on the floor, or on the kitchen counter.