"it feels good
to be driven about in a red
porsche
by a woman better-
read than I
am.
it feels good
to be driven about in a red
porsche
by a woman who can explain
things about
classical
music to
me.

it feels good
to be driven about in a red
porsche
by a woman who buys
things for my refrigerator
and my
kitchen:
cherries, plums, lettuce, celery,
green onions, brown onions,
eggs, muffins, long
chilis, brown sugar,
Italian seasoning, oregano, white
wine vinegar, pompeian olive oil
and red
radishes.

I like being driven about
in a red porsche
while I smoke cigarettes in
gentle languor.

I'm lucky. I've always been
lucky:
even when I was starving to death
the bands were playing for
me.
but the red porsche is very nice
and she is
too, and I've learned to feel good when
I feel good.

it's better to be driven around in a
red porsche
than to own
one. the luck of the fool is
inviolate."
-Charles Bukowski, The Red Porsche



Not exactly a Porsche, per say, but red, relative, and very nice to think of now when I am skipping out on sleep.

killer time.

Wednesday was Charlie's 21st birthday, so I went over to his house in Scituate and had a few. We drunkenly hooked up a fog machine.
"....hand me my shoe, I'm gonna puke!"



Thursday, my 8AM was cancelled and I didn't know until I got to school. Epicly lame. Failed important tests at school. Epicly lamer'd.

Went home, just to go back to escuela that night for Mikey P's 21st birthday bash at Crapo. Got to see some awesome people I haven't seen in quite some time. Steph and Derek also came by. Then the pigs showed up. fUcK tHa PoLiCe.

Friday Night went to Amherst with Gemelli and Hourihan to visit Michelle. Some kid freestyle rapped for us, and the ending rhyme words consisted of "Bug Light" and "Iiight". Do what you want with that.

Went to a party and Gemelli started spitting mad game at drunk girls.
Endless grill sesh, Endless 4AM Dominoes.

Skyped with Grimin' Fartlett.

Iain had a bash Saturday, and my camera got passed around.

There would be photos of this post and I'm sure there will be later for some that I didn't put on facebook. The photo-publishing thing isn't working right now.
LATER.

speeding up time (feeling alright.)

In SOMEWHAT of an order, here's a shot of life for you.

Just cruising around.

Trip to ghetto ass Hartford with John P/Doctor Nick Abela.


Backyard ramp 2010. Shit is "janky" but aren't we all? FIVE-OH! If this ramp survives summer I will be thoroughly impressed. Considering the run-up doubles as a fire-pit/cigarette/keg location, I guess we will see.


Pick-up baseball with a crew of randoms. I'm probably forgetting someone, but: Hart Bros/Brian/Pat McDonald/Courage/Hourihan/Matt Fogg/Brendan Hart/Steve Green/SLewis/Dan Chisolm/Tim Johnson/others? Comeback in the last inning, 23-19 but I'm not much for a score-keeper, opting to spit sunflower seeds and play catch on the sidelines.



Jaime Gill (left) and Wes(sp?). Funny story about my man on the right: we bumped into each other and I told him I vaguely remembered him from somewhere a long time ago. He told me at a party at the Shield's a few years ago, I traded him my Bacardi Razz t-shirt for his Jagermeister T-Shirt when we were cRuNk. Then I remembered. Radical!




HOLY SHIT WE CAN'T STOP LURKING.



(above 3) Meaghan Mullis was hammered and fell at Paul's, smashing a damn near full bottle of Southern Comfort and gashing her hand. No one had a problem drinking the glassy-SoCo, including my man Craig. Craig and I would later take a trip to southern Plymouth for a drive during our Spring Break. This dude-cruise consisted mainly of man-talk, pipe-tobacco, and cruising the "Great Island" apartment complexes. We also split a pizza and filled up on unlimited salad/rolls at Bertucci's, cause we're dating.



Lots of people came out for St. Patrick's Day/My Birthday. Chris Black and I are releasing an auto-tuned rap split. This stemmed from roughly 3 straight nights of relentlessly free-style rap battling against each other. MORE LATER ON THIS.



Iain and Brendan were in full-swing and looking gorgeous all weekend. Besides playing dick-tons of Beruit, I couldn't stop blabbing to Brendan how he was the "#1 ladies man". Intellectual, handsome, and surprisingly good on the basketball court, make sure to lock up your girlfriends.

keep them in your shirt.
more @
http://www.ToBeHonestIExpectedMore.com

Peace out, kids. Now that I have picture-uploading capability, everyone should be 1,000x more nervous.

RAD.

this is the best relapse i have ever known.
speeding my heart through night-time, oh so awful
so TERRIBLE when I found out who you made out with
and who put who's dick in who's mouth but
that doesn't really matter now, it's not all sosososo bad
but why can't I sneeze without blue flying all over the table?

Jealousy happens when
the percentage of what you know about someone
drops below the percentage
of what you DON'T know about someone.

My Pie charts and Linear graphs have been all over the place for awhile now
and are telling me that I know roughly 60-80 percent about
who you truly are
and how you did what you did
and why you did it
and how you can even breathe knowing about it
but I'm not jealous over what you have now.

Slope- Rise over run, or X over Y ( I think)
so I ask my Ex, "Why?
Why did you X me out like a pop-up
and run?"

I just realized how much I loved doing caps lock
to accentuate my POINTS but sometimes I'm not totally sure
anyone really gets it. Everything else is going well.
I have a superduperbigcrush(-eduppowder)
on some really pretty girl.
She's got a lot of your good traits and some bad traits,
but none of YOUR bad traits,
and that's enough for me.

What else is there?

Turned 22 yesterday. God damn. Went to Scituate with Taylor for a little, he got me an awesome gift and paid for breakfast at the Omelet Factory. Got some other rad gifts from my family. Was going to pre-game and go to Bridgewater. Never made it that far. Tons of good awesome friends though. Got into some conversations I shouldn't have with people I shouldn't have, but overall a very great time. Pictures soon, when I get somewhere with an SD slot.

Chris Black, I found out you read this, and you were killing it on the rap freestyle battle scene these past few nights. Keep it up.

Does anyone else ever feel like they find out so much more about other people after the fact? I do. I don't like that really one bit.

So much homework I need to catch up on. I have a job interview tomorrow FINALLY THANK YOU. I hope I get it. I could care less for waiting tables and faking nice but sometimes it's good.

Spring break ruled and summer can't come soon enough.

It's not something I would recommend but it is one way to live.,

Oh, Spring Break, you haven't killed me yet!
-Wrote a new song.
-Added more to my collage.
-finished my wicked ghetto thing I was knitting that turned out like turd.
-went on a man-venture with Craig to Plymouth the other day, visited Paul Henry at work.
OKAYYY


Got to shred the gnar at Scituate yesterday with Jon and John. Awesome fun, got to see Charlie/Brent. My knee doesn't feel totally better yet in regards to popping, but hill-bombing and cruising around/little tricks have been really fun. This weather is seriously so great! Some people get "seasonal depression." I think I have seasonal psyched-ness.

Today John and I drove down to Connecticut and dropped Sir. Nicholas Abela off. It was a fun long trip, especially not having left the state too recently. We drove through Hartford, which was pretty sketchy.

I really want to have a garden this year, grow up some tomatoes and potatoes. I should probably clear and area wahhh.

I'm not even close but I can't wait for summer. I can't wait to graduate, even though it's not until next December.


All these Earthquakes everywhere are gooning me out.
Stay safe, please.

This is the day Biggie died, too. Well, the 9th. Pay your respects.
RIP.

These thoughts are a jumble but so am I.
Goodnight.