okay, let's have the draft. how much do we have? two eighths. shrooms so good they'll make you feel like you're pissing your pants for the next four hours and the hours will feel like whole days. so, four full days of incontinence? whatever, you ready?
who's first? well i picked 'em up, i'll go, then you get the next two. fair - there are some boomers here. blue and purple...nicely grown. agreed, hit some switches on the stereo, it's not loud enough - and does it always have to be this 80's shit? hey, you want to hang out here? yeah, shut up. then it's going to be my choice for music until we start tripping - then we'll go one for one on the songs - and you can play your Simon and Garfunkel shit, every living boy in new york, and you can tell me all about how Simon switches to the minor chords at the end of america. only - only living boy, pick!
'Take my Breath Away'
ah Berlin (rummaging through the sandwich bag of mushrooms), reminds me of that time we ended up eating your step-brother's zwiebacks after getting baked. haha, i forgot about that - my mom was a bit irate. i'm telling you kid you're not going to be yourself tomorrow, after these. shut up, who's here? Schmitty and the Plumber - no, i'm serious, don't you have an interview in the morning? what are you, the police?
Schmitty still wore this shirt that read:
Pete Smith
5'10" - 175 lbs
145 IQ - 1340 SATs
BS Philosophy - Unemployed
Likes: Radiohead, Blind Melon
he had been wearing it since graduating - 14 months ago. kid was smart but filthy. the Plumber was wearing another concert t-shirt under his unzipped zip-up hoodie. navy blue with black thermal lining, the hoodie. he buys one, a concert T, at every show, for every band, on every tour - he has seven my morning jacket tees...the pirate ship one, probably being the sickest.
i fucking hate this song...Schmitty, about the Berlin.
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