After I posted that short bit I realized that I had a bit more to say.
Not really much to say just questions really.
UMMM... what do you do in Texas all day???? How old is that kid of yours... gotta be like 14-17 yrs old right????
Do you actually ever see yourself making it back up here for any amount of time????
Before you brake checked my back all to shit I remember smacking the shit out of johns dumb head waitin at stop lights on bardstown rd. That shit was funny! Derby Night if I'm not mistaken and I prolly am.
Why dont you have the internet?? Do you in fact live in the woods these days??? If you do live in the woods are you at least all tweaked out?? I hope so, that would make me happy to know that at least your havin fun in the woods and not survivin on deer turds and squirrel shit.
I dont actually expect answers to any of these questions. I'm sure it will be the usual deflection with comedic sarcasm and witty banter.
But hey I tried to talk to you like i guess old friends are supposed too i guess
Still guessin after all these years
To the cover of the jungle a noble savage runs, his body tarnished and pained. Pursuit takes its toll.
6/30/2015
That shit fuckin hurt
That was not jason that you fucked up asshole... it was me. Brake-checkin fuckhole.
Pretty sure i ran Tim off askin bout that drum-kit
boooooshh
Pretty sure i ran Tim off askin bout that drum-kit
boooooshh
God Damn..
Haven't had internet for so damn long. I guess they don't provide that shit in the woods.
House-sitting at the moment, cooking some black beans and rice... soaking up some connection.
I saw a shitty white Bronco a couple nights ago... reminded me of Jason trying to jump through the back window and me slamming the brakes so he'd eat shit into the seat. Pile 'em all in there... especially the old hookers. Ask Marglemesh about being WAY too wasted and jumping the Bronco by the mall where we used to live... or tearing ass across people's landscaping in the East End.
Fuck, let's just crash a rental car into Marglamesh's house... I can leave the money I owe him for the last one we trashed under the wiper.
House-sitting at the moment, cooking some black beans and rice... soaking up some connection.
I saw a shitty white Bronco a couple nights ago... reminded me of Jason trying to jump through the back window and me slamming the brakes so he'd eat shit into the seat. Pile 'em all in there... especially the old hookers. Ask Marglemesh about being WAY too wasted and jumping the Bronco by the mall where we used to live... or tearing ass across people's landscaping in the East End.
Fuck, let's just crash a rental car into Marglamesh's house... I can leave the money I owe him for the last one we trashed under the wiper.
6/06/2015
Let me give this a try........
Hey Tim 1.... do you still have that 10 year old drum kit laying around somewhere................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................???????
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