I went to New York and did a lot of things. I ate and drank and well…that’s that. I smoked a cigarette with my beautiful fantastic girlfriend Tanya and Eugene Murman. Good man. Funny eyes. Nice eyes. Purty.
Shit man, I have to wonder. I have to think that things will be wonderful, maybe different.
Hey dude. Fuck you. Turd monster. Fuck you ou ou ou ou!
My roommate is going to paris. Me and parker are going to Alaska.
House Of Will is done. I’ve meant it a few times and this is the first time its true. So right on.
Parker wrote a book. I just started reading it. It’s mad cool. Mad cool. Mad cool. Mad cool. Anyway, more on that later I’m sure.
I must say. Not posting so often. That everything is just a ok. Indeed.
Like I was saying. Good night. Sweet dreams. Be brief. Be true. Be you. Be more, much more than the phantoms. The phantoms.
IN THE HOTEL HONEY
This is the year. Like all the others. Let’s do better. Cause we’re doing fine.