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GuD · 01-01-2015, 01:51 PM

Went to a punk show. Almost got in a fight twice. Hung out with some girl and her friends. Ton of drinks. Blacked out. Tagged a **** ton, met these street kids. Smoked cigs and weed with them literally all night. Weed turned out to be laced with just a tiny bit of I think they said DMT or Datura.

Some tweaker skater guy seriously named Toast came buy, brought pills. I excused myself to get champagne. Came back, smoked more weed at the bus stop. Homie over here's tellin' me about rocks and their energies n ****, gives me two rocks. They're pretty cool. Was barely there physically or mentally.

Think the streetkids started talking **** about me. The words "You put yourself here, I was made to live this ****" came up, dunno if that had anything to do with me. Something like "I know a homie that can hang if I see one". Skater guy starts playing a bunch of music- pat the bunny, ramshackle glory, some hiphop and blues. Good tunes. "Carmelita" by Warren Zevon comes on, sing along together.

Some deaf autistic guy runs out in the middle of the street with 4 boxes of 2 slices of pizza, falls down, ****s up his elbow, almost gets hit by a few cars. Gives us pizza and tells us he's sorry if it's not enough. Never got his name, we all thanked him and gave him a hug.

Street kids bail to take a different bus in another direction. Fell asleep at the train station completely wasted. Got escorted out twice. Walked halfway home and passed out at another train station further along. Woke up at 8am to the sound of some dude checking to make sure I wasn't dead. Get on train, miss my stop by two stops. Get off. Walk home. Feel like I had gas for like two blocks straight, couldn't stop farting heh. Get home, drink tea, hug my dog, go to bed. Wake up and write a long ass post on MB just to make sure I remember all the important stuff about last night. Wish you had someone there to remember it with you that you know you'd see again.

Happy 20****ing15.

01-01-2015, 01:51 PM	#29903 (permalink)
GuD Dude... What? Join Date: Oct 2013 Posts: 1,322	Went to a punk show. Almost got in a fight twice. Hung out with some girl and her friends. Ton of drinks. Blacked out. Tagged a ** ton, met these street kids. Smoked cigs and weed with them literally all night. Weed turned out to be laced with just a tiny bit of I think they said DMT or Datura. Some tweaker skater guy seriously named Toast came buy, brought pills. I excused myself to get champagne. Came back, smoked more weed at the bus stop. Homie over here's tellin' me about rocks and their energies n , gives me two rocks. They're pretty cool. Was barely there physically or mentally. Think the streetkids started talking about me. The words "You put yourself here, I was made to live this " came up, dunno if that had anything to do with me. Something like "I know a homie that can hang if I see one". Skater guy starts playing a bunch of music- pat the bunny, ramshackle glory, some hiphop and blues. Good tunes. "Carmelita" by Warren Zevon comes on, sing along together. Some deaf autistic guy runs out in the middle of the street with 4 boxes of 2 slices of pizza, falls down, s up his elbow, almost gets hit by a few cars. Gives us pizza and tells us he's sorry if it's not enough. Never got his name, we all thanked him and gave him a hug. Street kids bail to take a different bus in another direction. Fell asleep at the train station completely wasted. Got escorted out twice. Walked halfway home and passed out at another train station further along. Woke up at 8am to the sound of some dude checking to make sure I wasn't dead. Get on train, miss my stop by two stops. Get off. Walk home. Feel like I had gas for like two blocks straight, couldn't stop farting heh. Get home, drink tea, hug my dog, go to bed. Wake up and write a long ass post on MB just to make sure I remember all the important stuff about last night. Wish you had someone there to remember it with you that you know you'd see again. Happy 20**ing15. __________________ I spit bullets in my feet Every time I speak So I write instead And still people want me dead ~msc