Anti abandons the internet.

it's finally over, thank fucking god.

Friday, September 26, 2003

 
fucking shit.

here i am just smoking my parliment lights and only have one beer that i already pounded, and i smoked all this dime bag of shwag that i bought off a sign walker.

the sign job has totally scked me in. i'm in so deep i need a straw to breath.

but fuck signs. signs signs signs... that's all i ever hear myself saying anymore. fuck a sign.

today after my cousin jenifer and i put out the last of our signs, i was gonna have her drive, and me drink the 22 of corona i had, while we whisk back to our homes. but it had been rolling around back there, i guess, and when i used my bic lighter to pry open the bottle cap, the shit went POP and it all came out firehose style. it was as if it transformed into champagne. and my truck and my sweats and shirt and everything got soaked. i was so pissed.

i guess it roled around back there more than i knew.

now my car smells like a frat party.






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