Shit man. It is High Voltage… I always have fun, but I have run out of things to say about the party. I met a girl who got mad when I called her cute but seemed okay with me calling her “unreasonably fuckable”. I rode the train home with “crazy drunk girl” from way back when… who is now pretty much a friend of mine and not really THAT crazy. But she was that drunk and she passed out in my lap. Her friend spent the train ride hitting on Joe Fuck Yourself who slept on my futon that doesn’t have any cushions on it. I am not quite sure what he was thinking. Oh what lives we lead. Click for images. I think we will do some more close ups that people dig so much and a bonus image that I just sort of dig on.

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