some little bastard took my gt mag off my bike. at four in the afternoon. while we were at the bar. but then i went riding again. and went to another bar. la...youre alright. even though you sun burnt my shoulders. i still like you.
i try to do things. and doing things with other people. like sex. and drawing. and painting. and drugs. and drawing. and weed. and art. and boating. and music. and living. and did i say drugs. i dont do drugs.