heinous piles of garbage in strange alleyways. birds chirp, sun rises, sitting on a bench and blubbering in some park to the chagrin of the adorable witto ducks and squirrels.� blah blah emo blah.

still fresh memories of robin hood's My Bloody Beats and the hundred or two hundred rad words i made up but was too nervous to share. that is one dusty pigskin. pictures of clothes and knuckles representing for the christian riders motorcycle club. watching movies and making crmc graffiti in corners where nobody'll ever notice anyway.

i was afraid of being the asshole. not just an asshole, which would kind of be okay. but the asshole. meandering from 4AM to 11AM, several cups of tea from coffee time, soda, beulah, and early morning panic. sent postcards and almost fell asleep on a park bench.� i wish sarah hadn't run out of money in n'yawk.