this is erin's new house mate. he plays the banjo. he's good too. and also.. very strange. he makes me nervous. yeah, me nervous. i'm really uncomfortable when he is around... ISN'T that weird? this is where out night started. erin's living room, with peach champagne. then? log and leah came over. we drabbed and went to eli's.
i keep my pubes smashed, in the back of a truck. where yo YOU keep yours?
we were all broke. so we paid in silver change. the bartender wouldn't take our pennies. asshole.
so? the night. what to say about last night... my idea of sober? champagne, tecate, jameson, pbr, jameson, molly. i know. fuck. whatever.
walking around town with a wet face. no fucks nowhere. beat and broken in west oakland.
story of my life. and? i fell in love with a lady.we tongued. she is going to tattoo me on thursday. i wonder what it's like to do it with a girl. like, do DO not threesome do. i wonder if i can DO it. i mean, i give hand jobs now. anything is possible.
so? here i sit in baggy clothes. with heart burn and a boner. cuz now? i'm old.
bowie practice tonight. thanks to your gods i didn't go through my "bowie performance" phase in high school. dude, why do they call it high school?
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