Feb 06, 2005 13:53
My brother got into town yesterday.
We got drunk and blew up sticks of dynamite that he purchased from some road-side fireworks vendor in New Mexico.
The police were called at three in the morning, but we fled the scene.
It was marvelous.
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They stood in front of my house for about thirty minutes just staring into space.
Morons.
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My brother and I watched them from my upstairs bedroom window and laughed our asses off.
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i've been torn between so many things, i'm afraid my skin's going to break into pieces and crawl away... although, going to admit that the entire mental image of that was far more disturbing than orginally planned...
i send love, darling...
and i enjoyed this entry very much...
running from the cops is a past-time enjoyed most of all by those who truly know how to have fun... <3
XoXo,
gina
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I hope you're doing better.
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Just don't get caught. I never did.
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They both heard it and ran inside.
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But then again, I was drunk.
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