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happy IV:XX mes amis...hippie day. time for a little hilary's parental history moment.
this guy was born in the late fifties or something, and met this girl at a mamas and papas concert. they shared a joint and the guy said he loved her scarf. so my parents were fucking hippies.
they accidentally had my older brother greg, and got married. shortly thereafter, i became the second mistake they had.
they owned an orange VW minibus for eleven years, complete with orange shag carpeting inside and on the walls. this broke down and died when i was three. the girl sat in the driveway and cried.
they spent all our money on an lsd binge, so we had to live in whitehall for two years. we moved back here and the guy went to rehab, the girl got really fat, and my little brother was born. they were expecting hthey occasionally spend all of our grocery money on various drugs such as oxycontin and percosets, but mostly weed and very rarely cocaine.
they love their kids with all their hearts, and do the best they know how to do. at the current era in their lives, they've learned how to dress like normal, civilized human beings and to not ask people innapropriate questions followed by, "it's cool man, i was just askin. chillllllll."
i am totally cool with their chosen lifestyle. they're pretty laid back, and when they're not, i go stay with greg. hooray for hippies.
i grew up with a wonderful influence.
today was very good. i am tired now. i called off work, and i'm going to go to easton with anne perhaps. but first, i'm going to go sing "downtown" really loudly with my mom. and then it's off to the blunts at greg's, and we'll all get stoned and watch alice in wonderland.
this guy was born in the late fifties or something, and met this girl at a mamas and papas concert. they shared a joint and the guy said he loved her scarf. so my parents were fucking hippies.
they accidentally had my older brother greg, and got married. shortly thereafter, i became the second mistake they had.
they owned an orange VW minibus for eleven years, complete with orange shag carpeting inside and on the walls. this broke down and died when i was three. the girl sat in the driveway and cried.
they spent all our money on an lsd binge, so we had to live in whitehall for two years. we moved back here and the guy went to rehab, the girl got really fat, and my little brother was born. they were expecting hthey occasionally spend all of our grocery money on various drugs such as oxycontin and percosets, but mostly weed and very rarely cocaine.
they love their kids with all their hearts, and do the best they know how to do. at the current era in their lives, they've learned how to dress like normal, civilized human beings and to not ask people innapropriate questions followed by, "it's cool man, i was just askin. chillllllll."
i am totally cool with their chosen lifestyle. they're pretty laid back, and when they're not, i go stay with greg. hooray for hippies.
i grew up with a wonderful influence.
today was very good. i am tired now. i called off work, and i'm going to go to easton with anne perhaps. but first, i'm going to go sing "downtown" really loudly with my mom. and then it's off to the blunts at greg's, and we'll all get stoned and watch alice in wonderland.