you know, when i first started livejournal again, i wondered why i stopped in the first place. Now i remember. Please give me some good reasons to keep this thing alive.
this guy named Blake was telling stories about his acid trips.
He said that he was walking down the street one night(on acid) and the streetlights turned into dragons which breathed fire. He said he started running and one bent down and said to him, "Blake, you need to go home."