San Antonio, TX
Friday January 25, 2008
8:37am I got six hours of sleep.
2:25pm I'm walking back home from the
Perry house. Today is Friday. I should go downtown. It's been drizzling all day.
Maybe I'll just go for a random walk. I don't know. I want to leave already.
That's when I'll start walking. I'll go on another crash course when I take off
like last time. I need some motavation, hehe. I guess I am still resting at
home.
2:36pm I walked all the way back to my
mom's house. I cleaned up Joey's room at the Perry's today. I swept the carpet
with a broom because the vaccuum wouldn't come on. The carpet was filthy. They
have a dog. I picked up every single particle by hand. I swept it all in the
middle and picked up the pile by hand. I did that like three times. That carpet
is spotless now. Anyway, I was walking home and then I noticed I was missing my
one-hitter. It's not in my pocket. It's usually in my left pocket with my tape
recorder. I had it this morning when I scraped some resin for my wake-and-bake.
I don't remember taking it out at the Perry's. Maybe it's in the shirt pocket of
my hoodie. I'm going back to the house to look.
Check out this cool
poster Joey has in
his room.
That's exactly where my fake cigarette was. I don't have to walk back to the Perry's. Oh yeah,
I got a little resin to smoke from Amy's pipe too.
Earlier I cleaned my mom's kitchen all badass. I mopped and everything. She'll
be happy.
6:19pm Whoa, the weirdest shit, man.
Nobody has visited my website since yesterday and today's Friday! I'm walking to
the Perry House again. The 500mhz computer is still messed up, even after I
reformatted it. It still freezes trying to login to Frontpage. I think I need to
go back to the Windows XP SP1 to get it to work again. I don't know what the
hell is going on. Maybe I'll have another formatting day tomorrow. Or not. I'd
have to download Windows XP first. Oh yeah, I don't have any more blank CD's.
That sucks.
Vince: "This is Vince. I am part of the revolution. Travel the sun. It's eight
fifty eight and we are in my girlfriend Amy Perry's room and Victor is here and
I refuse to let him leave, because he wants to smoke with us and I want him to
smoke. Peace through marijuana. Love you. Say something, Amy. Say something,
Amy. Amy's shy. Come on, baby. Well, I don't know. Peace out."
Fuck, fuck, fuck a duck. Screw a kangaroo. Finger-bang an orangutan. Orgy at the
zoo.
9:31pm Hell yeah, I had a good time at the
Perry house hanging out with all my friends. All my eighteen year old stoner
friends. I totally forgot today was Saturday. I should really go downtown and
fly my shirt. Ahh, it's got holes in it already. Maybe I'll just chill out at
home and concentrate on the computer work I have to do. I need to update my
website already. I should do that already. I already have the HTML files made
and proofread with pictures. I just need to post them. Man, I could totally
figure it out how to do it without Frontpage, the editor. I could FTP that shit
easy. I have already done all the work. So maybe that's what I'll do. Update my
website. I don't care if I'm still at my mom's house. If my location isn't
already blown, I'm lucky. I might as well. I'm fearless, remember. Whatever
happens. It needs to be done. Hmm, if I could do it anytime I should probably
still wait to post it right before I leave.
Pictures Amy Thomas took of us at the Perry house:
Vince,
Amy
Thomas,
me rolling
a cigarette,
me taking
a drag,
Amy,
Amy
again,
Amy,
Amy,
Amy
and Vince,
Amy
and Vince,
Amy
and Vince,
Amy
and cat,
Amy
and Vince,
Amy
and Vince,
cat,
Shotgun,
Me,
Me
and Amy T,
Amy T,
Amy
and me,
Amy P,
Amy and Vince,
group
picture,
ash
monkey.
Oh shit, today's not Saturday. Today's Friday! I just looked at my watch. That
means I can go downtown tomorrow. I'll go to Presa and Commerce again. For like
the fifth of six time in a row.
Next day..
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