celebrating the fourth in nyc sucks because it always rains. a fucking curse for sure. god, do i miss the glory days of old. bobby's old beemer, the sweet smell of cheap marijuana, girls hula hooping on ecstacy, joe mattie doing the ACDC dance in front of the popcorn machine.
it's out there somewhere
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thinking of the 3rd on whitehorse still makes my skin quiver and my bones rumble. happy fireworks! KABOOM!!
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