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Apr 23, 2004 07:04

On the way home we listened to such punk rock classics. The stereo jumped from Black Flag to Reagan Youth to the Descendents. I was drunk and played disoriented and invisible drums while I drove. Curtis kept cool and imitated smoking a cigarette. I pretended and played, and faked putting a gun to the gas station attendant's throat. I totally ( Read more... )

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ohdarlingjane April 23 2004, 23:02:12 UTC
ha...curtis smoking a cigarette. he's gunna hear about this one.

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