I have The Police stuck in my head...
You wanna talk about bands for a minute?
This week's discoveries include The Pogues, The Bleachers, Victims of Circumstance....and a bunch of J-rock bands that only I care about.
We're gonna change my Man in the Trench Coat's name to Fork...it's a much shorter Inside joke.
I sent Ivy some pictures of Catwoman, me, the three of us together, her first love, and some of our favorite hangout spots...
She said, "I miss the old days."
I wish I could snap my fingers and fix all of our lives.
Just sent Ivy more pictures...we're both feeling pretty ancient right now.
That world feels like another lifetime.
When she was totally in love with M, when I had a new guy every week, when I was not-so-secretly in love with Satan, when we would get crossfaded everyday...I would just show up at The Library, "Alright, who wants to smoke, let's bounce."
My "entourage" would assemble, along with whatever guy I was flirting with, after my cigarette and peach Arizona tea...we'd go to the Nature Preserve or the steps behind Sunshine Liquor...everyone was always so sketched out...one time we even smoked in a giant bush, that was the first time that Newb got blazed.
Sometimes I feel like I ruined his life by smoking him out after that.
And I would force everyone to listen to Ska and Reggae....we'd vandalize shit with my favorite sharpie...we wrote a bucket list on the table in the park....we were so fucking burnt, God.
Sometimes we'd end up at Satan's, but that was mostly Catwoman and I on weekends...'cause I was always like, "Let's go see [insert Satan's name]."
I loved when it would hit me, that stoned feeling, and we'd get up and the sun was golden, we were free to do and go where we wanted, so I would dance down the street singing my favorite songs, we were always laughing, fucking off....we'd end up at the beach...Slurpies and coffee at 3:00am...the beach in the middle of the night, getting drunk on the pier.
These are the things I did with my life until recently.
I guess the whole shoplifting thing was kinda bad, but I only did it a few times and I never got caught.
I'm overcome by nostalgia...I've been trying to find my journals from high school, but they're lost somewhere....
You know when I find them there will probably be another long, nostalgic post...be prepared.
Fork is totally convinced he's in love with me...(*laugh* Fork)
I walked all those streets with so many different people...I'm always homesick for those places.
Cracked sidewalks, alleyways, side-streets...
I just wanna go back to loving life;" neon skies, golden days, stars on a string"
There's this feeling I have, like I wish I could just drive until I hit water.
The sand is so warm at night....I want to smoke a bowl and walk all my favorite streets.
Speaking of bowls and such...I've been sober for over a week, I hate it, I want a fucking shot.
Goddamn nostalgia, fuck.
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