Monday, March 30, 2009


How come my incense smells like a mixture between old underwear and something not as bad as old underwear?

Rowdy weekend, nearly nude, rock and roll, highlife and wine, a sister, a father, good friends from this town and other towns.  

I just got my Tupac cigarette case in the mail and I feel cooler than I should

disjointed things.

Coffee will become my new drug of choice in the coming weeks, as I won't have time or energy for booze or much else, and I will have lots of time to load up on stimulants, sleep less than I should, and read a lot of things.

With coffee comes more cigarettes, and at least I have this tiny light at the end of every half hour tunnel where I get to use my new Tupac case.  

back to books.

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