Sometimes when you are young, You do a lot of drugs. You take the drugs, you hang out with your friend on the floor, it's good times.
Between you and your long term partner in crime you started to doodle during some point while waiting for your teenage acid to kick in.
Maybe you rotated your paper every 45 seconds or so in order to keep it spicy and at some point you forgot to stop doodling.
You remember to stop doodling when the other crazy tripping friend comes in an disturbs your nest because he forgot to tell you that you MUST take him to work at fucking McDonalds at 4:30 in the morning and then it takes 2 hours to get there because no one can understand if the wet spots on the post-rainy streets is wetness or holes in the planet.
True story. Trust me.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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1 comment:
That is pretty rad. I like it a lot! Ha ha!
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