spent some time drunk the other day. about 16 hours.. it was interesting at least. start a frantic night (the dusk period where the sun makes you think it'll be dark soon, but you know he's just a punk)... start this frantic night with a closed liquor store and brilliant comrade along with lefted comrade are feeling antsy. is it the pot? is it those pills? dark shadows only get so dark when the light always shines down on them.
around the corner we went, trotting along to the beat of some blow out speaker cell phone. i think the song was from the 80's. i think the singer died of coke abuse. hit the corner of spenard and benway. recoil to the sight of something new, unseen in such a place. recoil to an ambulance flashing lights and multiple policemen. wait... why shudder back us? we're no vagabonds. no griswald, but definitely on the lighter side of the force, and the force is strong with these ones.
finally destination beautiful has arrived. rather we arrived on hand and foot, as we mimicked the meese. hold open the door and fall into five by five box of four hundred different bottles. brown. green. a lot of green. more so than yellow, the color of porn in china.
head to the secret passge in the back, pull the lever and fall through the floor. damn crafty korean expats in alaska... at least the slide was enjoyable. better than our political conversations. better than ice cream eating contests where all the female contestants are naked, and all the men are blindfolded, unable to see the voluptuous bosoms. destination arrival now, unexpected pit of death. unexpected refridgerator full of arbor mist and MD2020. banana delicacy. strawberry orange bomb. sip sip and before we could escape the pit of doom, we're drunken for 3.99, a price suitable for both kings and pauper.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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