(john came by at 6pm yesterday with a bit of grass)
gave him 5 pairs of hanes undies for $35 courtesy of cheryl…
he hung out at the aparment until 4am…we smoked two bowls…i also took down 2 bottles of tuss (and 20 capsules)…a blackout midway through the trip…
i had to remember how to transfer photos + videos from iphone to imac…USE IPHOTO!!! (dummy)…i walked to mcdonalds to use the wifi (and catch up on my instagram + snapchat accounts)…
we drove into princeton @ midnight…parked on eating club lane…i brought the guitar but didn’t play…even at 2:30am the campus center was quiet…friday nights apparently aren’t all that big a deal in princeton…
i foolishly disabled sleep after hitting the sack @ 4am…the computer was running into sleep mode by 2am…i was still organizing all the media from my phone to the hard drive…at least i got it copied (but it didn’t erase from the phone)…it’s behaving very strangely…no likes for my recent instagram posts (and you can’t rotate video)…but matty manning’s still hitting me up on snapchat…as well as ellen anderrson…”they’re huge!” (when she posted a body pic)…she snapped back a photo of her (clothed) tits: “huge?”…
at least i cleaned up my act yesterday…i woke up before noon…the computer shut down the night before while i was listening to a repeated joe rogan podcast…and wolfing down stale bagels + peanut butter + cheerios…killing the blissful high that i had achieved…at least i recorded some voice memo song sketches…the creativity is back but the computer won’t turn on…the next morning the computer still wouldn’t turn on despite repeated attempts (and unplugging all other devices from the outlet)…
so i went back to sleep…
john called at two…he wanted to smoke a bowl…at least i waited for him to smoke…he was running low on gas and didn’t want to drive me to the library…but i gave him 50 cents for gas…he drove all the way out to the cheapest gas station (even though that meant burning more gas than the bargain was worth)…echoing the behavior of his old man…$1.99 (99?) a gallon…john’s got a 10-gallon tank…how many miles?…then he dropped me off…he told me i could call him “whenever it rains”…but he also hinted that he’s going to go back into hiding now…at least he referenced my generous behavior…”the shirt off your back”…he also broke the high E string on the acoustic guitar (but said he’d replace it)…
now i’m at the mercer library until close…CVS is out of tuss…so i’ll have to buy benadryl + energy drinks…at least i have a final bowl of grass to smoke…but no cigarettes…and no computer to entertain myself…and it’ll be raining in princeton…but it’ll be over by 11pm…where’s my fighting spirit now?…i was afraid of running into everest last night (as well as cops + campus security)…and now i need a high E string to play…and i don’t think i have one…and i’m shitting like a madman…
(but otherwise i’m in splendid health)