who needs sleep?

so. new york was pretty good. did that court thang, and as long as i dont get in trouble for 6 months in new york city i’m good. so i’m pretty much in the clear. other than that we pretty much just drank and smoked a bunch. checked out union square and saint marks place. pretty rad. i love the city and i don’t know why. i mean it’s a marvel and wicked awesome to look at, but it’s also so dirty and gritty. i don’t know. it was cool though. then yesterday when i got back luke conviced me to do shrooms again…thank god i just got a body high or i wouldve freaked the fuck out. i realized how badly i never want to do that again lol. then we were at mary’s little housewarming shindig where me and luke totally sketched on the stairs drinking and talking. it was a good time though. then we came home and crashed. today i have been lazy. i drove luke back to canton, then went on an epic quest to get my mom and i subs because NO place was open. but then i found somewhere. now i’m just lounging, going to hang with mike later for his birfday. so yea. thats all. i’m out. here’s a story/poem thing.

im wasting today away, doing nothing but killing the cells in my brain, that had my worst ideas behind bars. now they’ve got me sitting at them pounding shots and having impure thoughts about the single mom at the other end of the long line of stooge’s on stools getting bottle’s slid to them till they drool over girls twice their size with half their morals and wake up the next day wondering where they are, when they left the bar. but back to me and my devious charm ten dollars says i walk out with that mom on my arm. call the babysitter up till her not to stay up or wait up, this could take a while, we could walk for mile’s, whatever you want you got it, but at the end of the night you’ll want it, what i’m just waiting for, but i’ll make sure to leave you wanting more. no need for number’s we’ll find eachother again, in memories of destinies ten bucks in my wallet for the win. and just five day’s until the weekend when i’ll recycle my style of using this talent i’ve got to get what i want from the girl’s at the bar and clubs in my car. welcome to my scandal of being able to tell you what you want to hear so softly in your ear till it tickles your neck when you feel my breath tangling you up in lies about how i love your eyes and how tonight is the night that we stop fighting the fight to find that someone else but when you sleep i will tell my friends about it don’t judge me by my ability in bed, but my ability to get you there and into your head and i should probably feel bad but since thats something i can’t grasp i’ll just laugh until karma catches up puts me down and take’s my lust, and shows me love then take’s it away, but until then i’m wasting today away, killing the cells in my brain, that had me behind bars tallying up my sins and scars.