Thursday, April 29, 2004

There's so much promise in a day. It just seems to stretch out forever in front of you, begging to be taken, begging to be used. There's so much that can be said, so much that can be done. It only makes it seem more criminal when it all goes away, when you're sitting on your balcony realizing that it's almost 7 and you're already drunk. Of course, being drunk at 7 makes everything worth it. I mean, being drunk with waterguns and shit is awesome, mang. Yeah.

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