so yesterday was kind of retarded.

i collected my bike from melody’s and realised the back tire was completely flat so i took it to that place in parkdale with noel where that old guy fixes bikes and while he waits for customers he hangs out with pigeons and they sit on his hands, what’s up pigeon whisperer?

anyway he takes out my tube and just stuffs it back in again and i give him a fiver and we go to noel’s for a bit and then we go to magic pony but already my tire is flat again so i just leave my fucking bike and take a cab there and everything is all bright white and lit-up and full of arty geeks and i almost blew a lot of money of some stuff but i didn’t.

then noel and i parted ways instead of me going back to his place to make art. i was pretty pissed off about the whole bike thing still so i went to the queen’s head to drink a 50 and eat a bowl of split pea & bacon soup like a homeless person and then samir shows up and is all you are pathetic. i was pretty trashed at this point so we go around the corner to the pretentious paddock for a wrap party and drink a bunch of free booze and eat free salmon.

then we ditched to go to beaconsfield but i thought screw this i’ll just go home now and called a cab and then this slutty little cat walks by and i pick it up and it was clinging to me and i wanted to keep it but i didn’t. i’m all about being wasted and picking up strange animals like it’s not at all inappropriate.