mortuusnox

Ah the life of a rock star. I was out until five am working my mojo, making contacts, and prettending to party. Its funny how everyone expects me to be some drug crazed psychopath. I suppose I play the part well, as I kind of used to be like that. Now I just walk around the bar with a glass of diet coke and everyone just assumes I'm drinking. I ran out of tickets, so that's good. Not that I sold them all, a bunch were given away to less privliged kids and traded for vicodin. Of coarse the bar closed at two, but the after party went strong and was still going strong when I left at four thirty. I guess this is my fifteen minutes of fame and I intend on soaking up every minute of it like a sponge. Sex, drugs and rock n roll. wooooooooooooooo
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