Monday, July 14, 2008

There better not be any Bright Eyes on this fucking i-Pod

John and I have a reservation for 2 on this highway to hell. We'll be in Oaklyn in an hour. I'll be there for a week then back to LA. Robbie gets back from the shit in 'Nam in 24 minutes. These pringles are killing me. Kylesa is rocking me. Johnny P is saving me. Chico is missing me.
5 days with Mr and Mrs John and Mark Botill.
Alert the coastal command.
Let the whips blow back.

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