Monday

385.

We get crazy. Go wasted.
 looks like he's a textin' but he was really just a sleepin'
parked it on... saturday. yes. satttaday. fun city. i doodled bowie while we played with dogs. chris always looks like jim morrison to me. shit goes. im tired. you want me to do one of those things where i tell you all the gruesome details of my shit kicking week/weekend? i feel like i'm talking to a wall. 
and anyways, why? why do i gotta spill guts all the time. 
i may have literally drunk myself retarded this weekend. 

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