the good times keep on coming. my friend Pete, who I haven't been in contact with for a few years just got back of touring Europe with his dad. It sounded like he had a really good time. I'm so jealous. all I get from my dad is lousy advice.... I'm being unfair actually.... I've gotten alot more from father than that.... but I wish he had better finances. my family is soooo poor I hate it.
So Monday night I stayed up all night at a local diner named Toms. I drank so much coffee. Pete and Jeremy made for good conversation. My god my friend Pete can talk alot. I don't mind listening to him mostly because what he has to say is generally more interesting and better stated than what I'm used to heariung come out of peoples mouths. Pete told a story that took about five hours to complte, and was tottally worth it. It was about the time he met a guy who thought he was Jesus. It is a very creepy story, and Pete tells it rather well. We're going to try and make the whole experiance into a movie, but who knows how that is going to pan out. Basically Pete met this guy at a diner where he put him on his camcorder to answer three questions that he has asked people all over North America. I'm not going to go into it too much, but lets just say that the whoile thing really creeped me out.
At around 7 am, Pete brought the video footage of this guy and his family to Jeremy's house so we could see what he looked like. I brought my camera over and we ended up adlibbing a short movie, that is completely rediculous.... we find it very funny... we got about a half an hour of footage, and as I sit here writting this, Pete is editing on Vegas.... we're up to about 3 mins of edited footage... it's freaking hailarious... at least we think so. my dad used to make movies in the sixties and is completely blown away by what we can do with digital editing.
anyway..... after pete went to work I went and smoked a joint with naomi at the tressle (you know what the that is if you live in Buffalo) and walked quite a ways. I got so hot and tired that when I got back to Naomi's house I drenched myself with the hose. Needless to say her dad saw me..., and probably thought I was pretty crazy... I don't care... it was funny. I've never had a friend like naomi before... I don't think anyway. we talk about so much shit together, and we get along so well. she's such a good friend. later we rocked out to a Sloan cd I made her. amazingly good times with her.
So Monday night I stayed up all night at a local diner named Toms. I drank so much coffee. Pete and Jeremy made for good conversation. My god my friend Pete can talk alot. I don't mind listening to him mostly because what he has to say is generally more interesting and better stated than what I'm used to heariung come out of peoples mouths. Pete told a story that took about five hours to complte, and was tottally worth it. It was about the time he met a guy who thought he was Jesus. It is a very creepy story, and Pete tells it rather well. We're going to try and make the whole experiance into a movie, but who knows how that is going to pan out. Basically Pete met this guy at a diner where he put him on his camcorder to answer three questions that he has asked people all over North America. I'm not going to go into it too much, but lets just say that the whoile thing really creeped me out.
At around 7 am, Pete brought the video footage of this guy and his family to Jeremy's house so we could see what he looked like. I brought my camera over and we ended up adlibbing a short movie, that is completely rediculous.... we find it very funny... we got about a half an hour of footage, and as I sit here writting this, Pete is editing on Vegas.... we're up to about 3 mins of edited footage... it's freaking hailarious... at least we think so. my dad used to make movies in the sixties and is completely blown away by what we can do with digital editing.
anyway..... after pete went to work I went and smoked a joint with naomi at the tressle (you know what the that is if you live in Buffalo) and walked quite a ways. I got so hot and tired that when I got back to Naomi's house I drenched myself with the hose. Needless to say her dad saw me..., and probably thought I was pretty crazy... I don't care... it was funny. I've never had a friend like naomi before... I don't think anyway. we talk about so much shit together, and we get along so well. she's such a good friend. later we rocked out to a Sloan cd I made her. amazingly good times with her.
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spott:
Sounds like good times. BTW - Random Manics are part of my charm. Too bad I haven't gotten one yet when my girlfriend gets horney.
dinah:
hello there