at the Jug with Kip and his girlfriend
I went running with pat and Kip the other day, these muhfuckas take me to the goddamn Arb,
where it's either complete sloppy mud, or the rare still-frozen ice. we had to go down this steepass hill,
and Kip totally ate shit. I took the lead with my supreme balance, but i had to put a hand down at one point, right in the slop
and another friend of theirs, obviously crept out
I get so frustrated sometimes. I just want to take pictures of people, but they always think it's some sinister thing,
like I'm going to immediately run home and JO all over their image.
It's especially bad without a digital camera, cos girls don't get to review the photo and go "eww I look so nastay in that picture delete it delete it"
and pat was there with casey, but she left so he was all mopey
then next night cuneo andy and I went to an 'american gladiator' party at casey's
one dude missed the memo and showed up as a roman gladiator, shield n sword and all.
anyway we showed up to the address, but the house is a duplex, so we were kinda unsure and wandering around out front
until some girl walked in, and we followed her. somebody take charge!
yea and I had been rockin a bandana the past few days, crip status no doubt. donno where that came from
I got a haircut now though, so these days are over (for now)
kitchen hangout of course
pat was the only one among us that dressed up for the theme
(I almost never get down unless it's halloween, party pooper, i know)
then what better way to cap off your night (other than, you know, with a pretty lady) than to engage in a little breaking and entering
we fixed the window on the way out, "take only pictures, leave only footprints"
I think i read that at a park somewhere