beer for breakfast

these last few days have been punk as fuck. i climbed out a window of my house, went to rodneys, got wasted, watched sid and nancy, and then hopped a train to new york city. went out with arjun, drank some forties, jumped off a pier. pierced my lip, and im getting a tattoo today. danced with a drag queen at a bar. got served alcohol, danced, made out with a german boy who's only english words were "beer" and "make out". i think if i went to a foreign country only knowing those words id have a damn good time.
anyway life is amazing. if you're in the city, let me know.