riding the bus and taking the train aren't nearly so romantic when you do it an hour or two every day. most people, most days seem to be doing their best not to be noticed or make eye contact. self included.
exceptions: 14-year-old boys interested in my sex life (e.g. do you have a girlfriend? yeah. man, i got a girlfriend, she won't put out, though. how do i get her to do it? you do it with your girlfriend? you should respect her, man, and it's really not that important fuck you, faggot ass!)
i am such a gentleman.
everytime i get called a faggot now, i think of the guy in high school who would always call me faggot during photography class with his wrestling, key club buddies. bumped into an old friend in DC, and it turns out he's openly gay now. que ironico!
i found an empty king cobra, an empty, tiny bottle of vodka, and an empty pack of rolling papers in my seat today. i think that means i win bus yahtzee!
this guy sitting kitty-corner to me was boxing the seat in front of him. he had headphones. i really wanted to know what he was listening to. he wasn't buff, but he was in work-out clothes. broad-shouldered and tough-looking. at one point he looked at himself in his reflection in the window and gave himself a "whatcha gonna do?" shrug and smile.
practiced with zak, victor, and ricky today. pretty excited for our show at ronny's on friday.
listening to lots of aggro music. the south, malakai, refused. it makes me feel young and happy. especially the south.
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