  Hey man im feeling good. Sometimes it takes a good night to get you back on the track of wherever you want to go. And well yea so moving on. Last night we went and hit up bluesfest. We met many interesting people. People on the train, butch lesbians, red foreman, Dennis the menace, some other famous lady, gus the homeless man, nick from the fountain, white gym shoe kids from the north side, gary from puerto rico, some kid who looks like cory matthews. It was a great old time. Id feel bad if I was the conductor because we were slightly rowdy on the way back.
But it was cool in the end. So bluesfest is a good old time and well thats that. So then we got off the train and met maddie and then we hit up mr sub bc I had to counteract the breath and I like sandwiches always when I’ve been reading or drinking, I will call it reading from now on. But anyway it was a very nice time and we were with drugs and horse kid and others, I didnt get too many mosqueeter bites. My green card returned safely home. I will get sunburnt or sunburned today! I cant wait. First one of the year mo fo. Which is the shortened expression for mother fucker. I love that place. This morning dad told me it’s the ideal place to drink if you want to.
Like behind the sheds and stuff. Hes a good guy when hes being a good guy. Which is a pretty redundant statement. But anway I cant wait to go to GP and take my sandals off and walk in the grass and then play around on the field between games. And get free cokes, and make fun of all the fucked up people there. GO LISA KREUGER! Ah fuck yea. And tonite is drugs’ little fiesta of sorts and well I will feel weird because the last time I saw drugs’ mom it was a little awkward but she thought we drank liquor. When everyone and their mother knows im the fucking advocate for strictly drinking beer. You know that whole social aspect.
Nevermind actually. Well im going to go make sweet passionate love to my summer cottage which is GP. I just realized I have no clothes. Well of course I do. But I don’t have very many. Not because I don’t many because I had lots, I gave a lot of shit away like almost too much.
Oh well, I guess a nice little trip to my favorite store is in order. Oh and I would like to extend an apology toward my best friend because I understand that incessant calling isnt cool. Im working on it. No self control though. Like right now, I want to stop typing this but I cant. Its like freaking disease man I swear. Peace and chicken grease, live healthy chickens though. No one killed them. And everyone dennis the menace aka mason gamble is one alright kinda kid. and t money is still FUCKING MAULED....ALWAYS 
