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Still in hibernation, aside from the occasional trip to work. I'm sustained by Bully, Okami, Elliot Smith and Say Anything, leftover Christmas candy, and for the time being calls to Springfield to ease the oddness of being alone for a few days.
This was part of Christmas. Much of the rest is still on Chris' camera. They'll be up sometime.
This night was pretty fun, so far as nights on the shore go. After me chaufering a packed car (three people up front, four in the back) for a while we infiltrated my living room after mom went to bed. The room was basically split between the interesting, intellectual conversations to my left and the funny giggling and hilariously sadistic bitterness coming from my right. I love Nick's rants. I did, finally, convince Nick to get high with us, after almost two years of persuasion. Not so much of a victory, though, since he'd already downed a consierable amount of vodka beforehand. It's fun to watch him as his inhibitions slowly fall away. He becomes visibly torn between his strict self-monitoring routine and going fucking nuts like he wants to. I say... just go nuts.
I always feel relief when I come within a 15 minute drive from Richmond, back from the eastern shore. So I took some pictures of that trip home.
Is it?
Getty :>
Yesterday.
These haven't been photoshopped at all.
S'all for today, folks.
I got static in my head
The reflected sound of everything tried to go to where it led
But it didn't lead to anything
The noise is coming out
And if it's not out now,
I know it's just about to drown tomorrow out
This was part of Christmas. Much of the rest is still on Chris' camera. They'll be up sometime.
This night was pretty fun, so far as nights on the shore go. After me chaufering a packed car (three people up front, four in the back) for a while we infiltrated my living room after mom went to bed. The room was basically split between the interesting, intellectual conversations to my left and the funny giggling and hilariously sadistic bitterness coming from my right. I love Nick's rants. I did, finally, convince Nick to get high with us, after almost two years of persuasion. Not so much of a victory, though, since he'd already downed a consierable amount of vodka beforehand. It's fun to watch him as his inhibitions slowly fall away. He becomes visibly torn between his strict self-monitoring routine and going fucking nuts like he wants to. I say... just go nuts.
I always feel relief when I come within a 15 minute drive from Richmond, back from the eastern shore. So I took some pictures of that trip home.
Is it?
Getty :>
Yesterday.
These haven't been photoshopped at all.
S'all for today, folks.
I got static in my head
The reflected sound of everything tried to go to where it led
But it didn't lead to anything
The noise is coming out
And if it's not out now,
I know it's just about to drown tomorrow out