rest less and counting

ride the train sally back west….

what much to say? tom beat the shit out of this wasted dude who was trying to feel up his passed out cousin…fuggin creepy ass dudes in this world.

yeah, so thats the highlight of it all. we sat in the back room, away from our own party and blocked ourselfs off from the beligerant crowd beyond the wall. the 6 of us, curled up on the giant bed as we smoked and smoked and smoked. not to mention the fact that we were all drunk (or getting there).

which reminds me. my i am no longer a beer bong virgin 🙂

good shit.

sunday mornin’ brings the dawn in…

i hate sundays…but i heart the velvet underground