now that i am drinking a beer i have to smoke a cigarette thom is playing duckhunt and is all perfectionist about it and mark is drawing at the table and we are not eating the kiwi and i am ok with that because it will be eaten eventually
we played cards and watched reefer madness til 330 drank made steak and fancy spaghetti there is junk all over the yard of the apartment building from the workers and their fuck it ’til mananas attitude which we admire but i am irritated by for i have to walk around cement chunks and metal parts and chemical bins when i am standing there smoking and looking up at the scaffolding and imagining things falling off it at my head
dark side of the moon is on i have not smoked weed for about 3 months now.
i am still fucked up.
