i will be in the fine c(sh)ity of hemet, california all day dealing with dirty little signwalkers and scribbling mindless rants in my spiral notebook.
there's not one sign in my truck right now. i forgot what it loooooked like whit no signs innit. it looks.... well it looks fucking filthy as hell. but i haven't seen it with no signs in at least a month.
so yah hemet california is farrr, and HOT, and ugh, but it'll be easy money, and i'll be rich soon. sorta.
that is, if i don't blow it all on sex, drugs, and rock and rollio.
right now me and whitey and are drinking heinikens, and whitey is trying to call 1-800-44-STERN, cuz he wants to brainstorm with howard. i don't think he'll get through.
so i'm gonna smoke the days last cigarette, flat on my back, with an ashtray balanced on my chest... with the radio on.
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