QUICK EDIT: (i wrote this five minutes ago, and i already have a comment. rock!) this kid on the bus kept saying, 'fuck the police' loudly to himself. i think he was making the bus driver feel uncomfortable. the kid was white too. yeah, fuck the police.. y'know, the people who keep your honky ass from being sliced by mexi-CANS. heh. that was horribly racist. -descends into hell-
work was slow. and boring. so after work, figuring i had nothing to DO tonight, i thought 'what the hell? i'll smoke a bunch of pot in bob's car, then walk to the bus stop. maybe have a smoke. listen to failure.
so i smoked a bowl in bob's car, then proceeded on my merry way. i passed a few bus stops, and decided to just keep walking for awhile.
i walked around campus for three hours. smoked half a pack of cigarettes. went back and forth between failure and rock opera music. i think there was some bjork and hellacopters (not a mispelling, by the way.. the hellacopters are swedish and uh.. don't know how to spell. or maybe they were going for the ironic thing, i don't know.).
finally decided to sit at a stop. smoked half a cigarette. got on the bus. stopped halfway toward my destination and decided to walk the rest of the way. more failure. some mars volta. 1 lucky strike and 2 kamel reds.
lets rewind. i'm at work. i worked four hours before bob did. when he arrived at walgreens (work), he told me that in the last four hours i'd been gone, he'd bought the colonel (our little black cat) a bigger litter box with a roof and a little door. he tells me the colonel just sniffed at it curiously and meowed. bob says, "when you get home, check to see if there are any colonel nuggets in the new litter box. make sure he knows how to use it by now."
fast-forward. after walking for literally four and a half hours, stoned out of my mind.. i walk into my apartment. the colonel is walking circles around his new litter box, yeowling. i open the little door and push him in.
he's still in there, trying to figure out how to use the door. good GOD i love that little cat.
work was slow. and boring. so after work, figuring i had nothing to DO tonight, i thought 'what the hell? i'll smoke a bunch of pot in bob's car, then walk to the bus stop. maybe have a smoke. listen to failure.
so i smoked a bowl in bob's car, then proceeded on my merry way. i passed a few bus stops, and decided to just keep walking for awhile.
i walked around campus for three hours. smoked half a pack of cigarettes. went back and forth between failure and rock opera music. i think there was some bjork and hellacopters (not a mispelling, by the way.. the hellacopters are swedish and uh.. don't know how to spell. or maybe they were going for the ironic thing, i don't know.).
finally decided to sit at a stop. smoked half a cigarette. got on the bus. stopped halfway toward my destination and decided to walk the rest of the way. more failure. some mars volta. 1 lucky strike and 2 kamel reds.
lets rewind. i'm at work. i worked four hours before bob did. when he arrived at walgreens (work), he told me that in the last four hours i'd been gone, he'd bought the colonel (our little black cat) a bigger litter box with a roof and a little door. he tells me the colonel just sniffed at it curiously and meowed. bob says, "when you get home, check to see if there are any colonel nuggets in the new litter box. make sure he knows how to use it by now."
fast-forward. after walking for literally four and a half hours, stoned out of my mind.. i walk into my apartment. the colonel is walking circles around his new litter box, yeowling. i open the little door and push him in.
he's still in there, trying to figure out how to use the door. good GOD i love that little cat.
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