checking my sims to make sure a critical mass of my not-recently-broken-up-with friends are home so i don’t have fomo leaving the bar
let me know when they invent a type of therapy even half as good as ride bike, smoke a couple cigarettes, drink a few beers, catch some tags
god i love being kinda drunk and seeing a bike and thinking damn that’s a cool bike then realizing it’s your bike
i seem to be the resident punk on call for a friend of mine who runs an illegal rave series. every few months they facetime me kinda close to a spot and i have to direct them before getting mad they didn’t even bring an angle grinder.








