This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations
Thursday, June 10, 2004
so today is chemos bday.
chemo has been a good friend of mine since I was 12 years old and first moved to this piece of shit town.
I was sat right next to him on my first day of school here. He was a really good artist and got me into good music and comic books at an early age.
we went through elementary school together. Then through highschool together.
we have been arrested together more times then I can count(thanks for taking the fall with me that last time chemo).
I went to chemos yesterday. We smoked some bong loads, and caught up. I swear to god I can talk to this guy about nothing for hours.
we continued to walk down town. Where we went into sharkeys. I spilled my vodka water all over my pants. I don't think there was any vodka in it in the first place. He drank his 2 jack and cokes complaining that the booze is watered down. I believed him when I took a sip of my vodka martini and it tasted not like vodka. But like H2O. So we left sharkeys to go to a bar that served real booze.
we spotted loads of old dudes on dates with hot chicks. That have D and G belts and that drive BMW's and that shoot dirty looks to raymi
I watched as a baby bird was murdered by a shoe.
we walked to prime time. Got mad pitchers and food, it was a really good time.
we talked about how there is a documentary being filmed on him today. How some of the footage is going to ruin his life 10 years from now. And if u knew chemo like I do. I don't think he has to worry about some Documentary ruining him in the future.
I entered him in the Euro poll. chemo knows everything about everything. He is worse then me when I comes to stupid tidbits of knowledge. He is also an amazing artist who drafts his own tattoos. I asked him to draw me a picture. He drew what he was thinking about at that moment. It was twisted.
(as i promised.)
we left prime time and walked down to the lake. Where we smoked one down. And just talked shit. I took pictures of his tattoos which I think are amazing.
And we continued to the pier, there were so many bugs there that I could not handle it.
we went up the street for coffee. chemo was complaining that his Cold Hot chocolate did not have any whipped cream on it. Yes a cold hot chocolate... Why not just a cold chocolate... Anyway.. After that we parted ways he walked home to go and see what his weed smoking friend was up too. I was sad to see him go. We rarely hang any more. Which is really depressing. He make me happy when I am down. And chemo if by some small chance you are reading this. Lets do that more often. Thanks dude. Love u always.
(sorry it got a bit sappy there at the end)
and also. someones cell phone keeps calling my house.. its the brit. i can hear him and shawn-elise talking and it wont stop calling. i hang up. and then it calls right back. fucking hell i am going to lose it if he keeps being mean to her. maybe this is a sign that i am going to have to kick his ass. its like i am addicted to listening to the phone. if i hang it up it just rings again. so i will just have to listen
killed softly at 6/10/2004 08:58:00 AM
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