Monday, August 27, 2007

Vile Demon Bastard Footwear

Shadowy Figures.
































I have had enough.


















No more festivals. No more crowds. No more terrible bands. No more stinky bus.















It's been fun though. I saw some old friends (The Albert Hammond Jrs), and made some new ones (Jimmy Eat World are my new best friends, don't spread that around).















One last kick in the pants. The bus that was stuck in the mud.
















It was, however, totally dry outside. Where did the mud come from? Answer: That's not water.














I have also had just about enough of your dirty crockery.















I'm home today. Frolicking in the sunshine. I just had a heaping plate of french toast served aside the NY Times crossword puzzle in the blazing sun across the street from my apartment. I am still a little fried from the 12 hour trip home yesterday. Thanks to the mircale of modern pharmacology it felt like I was awake for two hours of it, but I know that can't possibly be true. Mostly because I watched that Drew Barrymore movie about poker not once, but twice. Yeah, that one with Chopper in it. I don't understand it either.















Tonight, if I find that both of my legs are working, and my eyes are still open, the Independent is serving beer and showing the aquateen hunger force movie. Lexi's sister, upon invitation concluded that that sounded like no fun. I have concluded that she is most likely not a human being. I am in (nearly) full vacation mode.
















This road leads nowhere.






















I am eternally sleepy
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