DownStyle

there will be no crack smoking in chicago!  or meth for that matter.  i won't allow it, i've seen the bad shit it does.  withdrawal is awful!  but jarlath, i will come up and drink a beer or two with you in portland.  i'm going to be in boston for the next two years, so we'll have some time to catch up.  give me a call, i now have a cell phone -773-505-5111.

 

So, last night I got sucked into watching SIX FEET UNDER with my roomies. I left the room, made a sandwich, and when I came back, the protagonist had been carjacked and was forced to drive to a sketchy park to buy crack. The carjacker then forces this dude to smoke crack through a straw off a piece of tin foil and the dude totally went nuts: "I feel amazing! I can't believe I've never felt this way before!" And then the carjacker gives him a blow job and forces him to drive to Long Beach to get some meth, but on the way they see a dog on the street that the carjacker is convinced is his dog, so they go catch it, but the crackhead says, "That's not my dog. Let him go." The he pistol-whips the guy and douses him in gasoline and threatens to kill him, but ends up just taking his van.
 
I go to sleep.
 
I dream that we're all hanging out at this campground sort of place and that all of you who live in Chicago are into smoking crack. There's just a lot of crack. It's like we're hanging out taking hits from a bong, but instead we're smoking a rock off a piece of aluminum foil.
 
So, I just wanted to let you all know that you're in my thoughts and dreams and that I hope to share a rock with you this fall. I'll be in Michigan for a study abroad fair in mid-October, so I hope to drive down for a chat!