Sunday, March 10, 2013

Sweet Tea




More Drawings. More Mc Donalds Sweet Teas. I've been drinking those constantly since I moved, nearly every time I drive by the place I go in and get one. Yea Yea I know I should just make my own like I used to but fuck off. My old roommate filled my gallon jugs with some pickled food and has yet to wash that shit out so my container just sits there, filled with old pickled shit and no tea.
 
The new place is treating me pretty good. I've got this tv that Jon and Louise left me and it distracts. Uncle Buck marathon or drawing? Matrix block or painting? Adventure Time or computer work? Yea easy choices. You can see my dilema.
 
For the last few days I've been sitting at Eljays and coming up with a music playlist with Frankie. He's been writing his horror story like a mad man. Makes me feel like a bum which is good. It's been a while since someones work ethic has shamed mine. We just take a break from reality while he minds the shop and listen to music. It's a break we both need. I fly so high when Im stoned. Taxi by Harry Chapin. Charlie I'm pregnant. Waits.
 
I'm off to a bon fire.