Senior year, my friend was a manager of a Subway on Kearney that was run by his roommates. When I went there we would smoke a joint behind the store, and then anything we wanted to make was ours for the taking...
The thing about all this I remember the most is/was the smell. It was the smell of delicious sub meats and all their toppings: vegetable, mineral, and otherwise.
The smell of a brave new world about to open itself upon mein doorstep. The smell of the future.
Never mind the rancid smell of naive youth decomposing somewhere off in the corner...
To become an adult just as fresh off the vine picked.
So anyhoo, today we saw Oculus. Boring and predictable.
I also went to a meeting, where there was nowhere to sit. Some guy left, or so I thought. I went to his seat, and the athiest guy was giving me shit over it, like I'm supposed to be scared of Ted, some old fucker that mad dogs me all the time. I told him if Ted came back, which I didn't think he would, then I'd move.
Apparently he just must've took a big old shit because he did come back. He looked at me all weirdly as I moved back onto the old feetsies. I was fine with it, but him and athiest douchebag were whispering shit to each other shortly after. Anyway, I didn't get into any ruckus. Later, a spot opened up, and I sat there for a few minutes before I left. No biggie.
Btw, Keith called me yesterday as he'd gotten out of the pokey. It was also his one year of not drinking and such. I'm texting with him now, hope all goes alot better for him. He's a cool bean, but life tends to fuck with the good ones and give all the bad people the happy life. Hope he wins out, if I ever won big, I'd hook a nigga up. Make him work for it, though. He'd have to be my bodyguard and carry a gun. Roll doobies, and pistol whip ruffians and foolish knaves all up in my business...
Tired, I is. Surprised I posted this much. So much I wish I could just barf up on the screen.
Too bad I'm a lazy fuck.
Back atcha, laterz.
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