11:47 p.m. - Sunday, Jun. 29, 2003
afterparty
Last night I went to The Mistreaters show. FUCK it was dirty good. Pure punk rock if punk rock had the blues. Damn, we wuz moshin' and everythang.
Then afterwards the band invited me to this houseparty, where there was lots of mowtown and Stooges being played.P>
I stayed until like, 7 am, then I walked outside for a while, and then I passed out on the lawn of a church. At least I thought it was a church, but it might have been an apartment building, cuz when i woke up I saw some lady in office casuals peering out from the enterance, observing me with caution.
So, I moved it along. It was hard finding the metro station, so I walked around singing beatles songs through an old wrapping paper tube I found to pass the time. It must have taken me 40 minutes to find that shit. The sun felt like it was scorching my raetna out. Then I passed out on the metro, and bing, I was home. Well not exactly, then I was at the metro station in my neighbourhood, where I could have caught the bus to my home, but that shit was taking forever and I thought I was maybe going to die, so I took a cab, and *then* bing, I was home.
The cabdriver was all "you look very tired miss." I was like "yeah." and my head didn't move even a little the whole ride. He was like "summertime...too much to do, the body can't take it all!" I was like "you know it friend."
Anyway, today I look like hell, and feel even worse. I'm gonna go watch Pollock now. Later.
