i dunno where to begin
let us start with leslie the lesbian
urgh! fufufu! we gonna fight rhyme
larry the roofer came n went
nm... ohhh, but i have to share this so imma fuck up the flow n stuff cause i can't stand the nursery rhyme bit
ok so i had the most amazing day
only one other person have i ever push abar so hardwith. only one... and that was simply me n jimmy drinkin $500 in divebar booze, in one night; i doubt we drankmore than jager, crown, vodka n beer at dive bar, ocprices, at that time.
nothing would've been more than like $8, last night.
1. i knew she had f'n lied... sigh... i knew it. she says cancer, since i called her on her b.s. ... as a member of the secret handshake, club... i still, suspect she's lying. no matter... either common cold, would b a sentence for the dying. and of all my memories of leslie the lesbian... lemme just say... a bytch can drink.
i never met anyone... hmmm... working on the same, super secret project, as me... i forget names and as soon as i said the tire place... she knew exactly the head hancho's name... and casey jones. ok so... she was already trying to help em n kept runnin outta pot, money n i forget... nope- that might b it. so she didn't have her, or their pain, handled. this woman... was like the voices n my head, or whatever.
she is in a race to... square one... a vary successful, woman of wealth... who became very successful, in her own right... and she couldn't afford a drink, last night... exactly... and her tummy was growling back, at mine. and i gave g the 32psi treatment, to c all the smiles on faces... she is absolutely a part of.
now, i was not myself... but was not intoxicated, til i got neked, for bed. kinda getting lost, but will keep trying.
and i don't like drinkin myself silly, but i had to chill #3 & g watched me push the bar n just leave a stack out, saying something like help me... and...and... many angels, got their wings. and i thought i left broke, cash wise. g left, so every occupant was plastered, on my side of the bar. the rest... we r not going to discuss.
so... at 1400, i was to call the head honcho, but every time i dialed my 7% battery (left charger at club so events peeps, could share smiles with, "you're never going to believe what happened to me, today"... i may have spent next month's beer, too... i need to get to work!
so... ummm... no cell... used whatever i had, with yall... no service, but obviously, i got text n data, which was strange.
ummm... when i dialed, i got Mexican. not Spanish... not Italian... vosotros, is not used in modern day, Mexican, or one would essentially b speakin, Spanish. they've made it their own: Mexican... don't b a bigot... just my take.
anyway, dialed n kept hearin, Mexican... some automated kwrap. i wasn't tryin to decipher; i didn't need to- click click click.
and I'm supposed to c what's up, at 1400. text g to call the club... apple far from tree, answers...
-rolled a great distance
uhh... i dunno... 22-24... I'm real buzy, takin tips, right now cause that's what still, drives me.
g
call #2
& back
-g
did a white jeep come n go, yet
-sc... inner mono
i should just beat whomever said that to u, upon return
it's an offroad event
EVERYONE, in offroad land, has a white fucking jeep and um... don't f with me, diesel... um... wealth, just wears those intercom, thingies; really, only diff... in razors, can ams (besides the leg room), quads n such n then u want me to remember names AND colors: fuck
you
-sc
i don't remember
and
which white jeep
the event ended at 1500 so wtf did i care... where'd i have to b? the view was phenom... shadows of clouds as mountain shrouds n rocks n mountains, greening up, with hay fever, on the wind... the scent of ionized h2o... from the recent flooding. the gold n purple, flowers, teaming up, from the smallest, granite n pumice, flawless, imperfections. i mean, just breathtaking... besides the god dam, power lines n the middle of the oil painting.
o the cross... not gonna discuss it. forgot.
