Aug the Eighth
Hello, Journal ol’ chap ol’ friend ol’ pal’a’mine! How are you doing today? I see you’re here with a blank page for me to fill, that feels pretty good. How am I? Well, I had a spectacular day driving around town high off my hairy ass, thanks for asking!
So I followed my plan and went through Dantez Furnace looking for woods, but The Furnace has changed. There are a lot more houses down there now, like, a whole lot more houses. There are so many houses, so many god forsaken houses, Journal, there’s hardly any woods left! There’s woods on the outside of the neighborhood, you know, bordering the backyards and whatnot, but there are no places to park where I wouldn’t come back to find my car in a different condition than I left it. I’m not saying the Furnies would steal my hubcaps and tires, no way. Maybe it would just get towed, I’m not asserting anything.
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Okay, I apologize. To both the Furnies and you. There’s nothing wrong with them and I was being weird about it. I’m just upset because I hit
Ca Karl up to see if he wanted to smoke or hike or just drive around or something but he said he was at the school, but today is a Saturday, the school should be closed. So, since I was out there, I took a harmless little cruise down the road where the high school is (freshening the air with pot smoke the whole way, ho-ho hey-hey) and, lo and behold, his LIFTED truck was not in the parking lot. Granted, it wasn’t at his house either, but driving by his house is what inspired me to text him in the first place, so that doesn’t count as creeping. Checking out the school? Well…
Anywho, I didn’t even bother with The Foothill today. I just feel like the walk isn’t worth it, and putting up the hammock just to take it back down is annoying as all hell. It reeks of stale sweat (among other bodily fluids, ho-ho hey-hey) anyway, I don’t know how I’m going to get those stains out. Problem for another day for sure, but tomorrow is not going to be that day, for I have plans for tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I am going to L-ride from dawn until dusk. Hey’ya!
Thank you, Journal. ‘Preciate ya. Good sleeps and good dreams~
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