fadedorion

i quit my job at the bomb factory. my heel is still bruised. drank a lot of tequila friday and then played miniature golf and drove go-carts. lastnight we went to oldtown and drank olde E and oj, otherwise known as a mamonkey, under an overpass and chewed up peanuts into a peanutbutter bomb and hurled them at the passing traffic, timing was key since everyone was going about seventy. today i relax and play killzone online, i still got the wicked sick touch. i miss home.