So spent the weekend chillin. I went someplace I hadn't been in over a year. That place is known as being fucked up. Played drinking games (drank too much too fast, there's a mathematical formula here I'm sure of it) and then smoked what may or may not have been angel dust. P.S. I was passed out on Pete's couch and couldn't moved. Worshiped the porcelain god, received communion and made my way to the couch. Good times. Work is sluggish at best. I feel the six month itch. I feel it's time to move on....
Saw Serge, got our dossiers on the wedding. Clockwork precision. Admirable.
Passed along some Richmond Fontaine albums to Kilfer, a.k.a. Mindflayer, a.ka. T dot Fogues.com. Got some Neil Young. The universe is back in balance.
Been thinking about joining the cult of myspace. Dunno how I feel about that yet.
Came to a realization :
Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in.
R.F. 1914.
2 comments:
Damn son, I had no idea you got that twisted. That was some good weed though. I wish I could have hung out a bit longer, baller time non the less. Good shit always happens when james isnt around, remember that one
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how come i didnt get any Richmond Fontaine passed along??
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