yesterday i got of the freight train i rode from las vegas to chicago, and called micks, walked a few blocks through suburban illinois, and waited at a bp for mick to show up. smoked 1/2 a cigarette, nearly went on a speed binge from it. ate 4 small crap cookies. mick came, took us to his house in westmont, ate three plates of spaghetti and drank 4
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there's a cure thing i need to see in chicago...there's also this guy there that i never got to say goodbye to...yeah, you might know him. he's not a real human boy.
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