Seems like big boi was right. Friday nights is tight, and Saturday just makes it old. I mean, how many times can you meet someone and say, "hi I'm tripping balls, nice to meet you?" Even my running gags got limits. At one point in the night I was approached by a fairly attractive female fan, and that's all I could say. Or was that the guy in the devil horns next to me?
11.01.2009
Well....another weekend tripping balls on Frenchman. And what have I learned this time? That you have mental peace when your mind is in a mental graveyard, that heaven looks like a Chinese laundry, that its a bad idea to sue your own father, and That telescopes should be called monoculars, and not much else. I think it may be time to call a halt to the hallucinogen experiments.
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