: so he asked me if there were any jamming studios around. i said no. this place sucked. and then i had to meet my mother somewhere. i think it was a restaurant. yeah. and the meal wasn't that great. and the water tasted weird. scene shifts to a bunch of punks. and there was some weird ass crusty punk show at some old weird ass wooden house. and i met this straightedge zinester. and we were exchanging mailing addresses. after that i met a couple of kids from australia who were talking about military boots. .... :
and then i was awaken by a text message on my mobile at 06:47hrs.
today i am getting a haircut and going to the postoffice.
exciting is it not.
listening to the smiths.
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