one more day!

i'll write comics like madman/and change my name to all/and we'll pretend it's the sixties all over again.

last night i drew what might be the best picture i've ever drawn. it was of my desktop, a girl's face snatched from pornography. her original expression was probably supposed to be alluring, but it looks scared, now.
it's simple and really really good; but it's in my notebook, with all my other crap learning-how-to-draw-goggles-and-noses.

like last week me and my friend were walking home together with the intention of buyin' some REEFER. this guy who apparently robbed him last year stopped us and asked if we wanted to buy a g off of him. i didn't want to because my friend had said various bad things about him, like, he robbed me last year, but my friend is a weak-willed child, so he agreed.

and we gave him the dough up-front because he gave me a dangerous look. when he came back with a crumb or two, i put up a fight, following him back to his haunt and harrassing him for a good five minutes. he threatened to shank me, but i called his bluff and nothing happened. he snatched the crumbs back and left with our money. i'm not going to let this go, and am bringing a weapon to school tomorrow.

on wednesday my abovely mentioned friend texted a mutual accomplice saying that he just almost got jumped, and told me to watch out and for her to watch out, too. the guy, the same guy, asked where i was.

i'm not letting this go. i'll bring weapons and start a gang war. i'm not letting this go. my metal baseball bat.