Totally Awesome Sweet Alabama Liquid Snake

Been bored all day so far so I finally picked up my sketchbook and tried something. Looks like I still got a little graffiti spice left in me. AR7 ARS-ONE representin' H.S.T. and E.C.K. ya heard?

Just kidding. My affiliations with graffiti crews are long gone. Still miss some of those guys though. Quite a buncha' characters they were.

My sleep schedule is officially fucking daffy. I stayed up the day before yesterday through yesterday and spent most of the day with Richie doing our usual thing. Driving around all day while shenanigans ensued. It's been our routine since earlier in the year.

Him: There's no "I" in teamwork you know.
Me: There is if you spell it wrong. TIIIMWERK!

It's tobacco, it's tobacco. Relax. It's a lot cheaper to just buy a bag of tobacco and roll them to smoke now. A bag is $5 and a pack of rolling paper is $1. As opposed to buying a pack of cigarettes anywhere from $8 to $10. I think it's less harmful, too. Don't quote me on that though.

Got some caffeine pills and rum in me later in the night and more shenanigans took place. We have some pretty interesting conversations while driving around. Of course most of the time it really is just bullshitting while he endangers both our lives with his reckless driving and I joke about it continually. I call it suicide by association.

Him: Oh uh, I should probably let you know. There's vodka in that bottle of lemonade.
Me: Can I have some?
Him: Er, sure... But most people would care if their driver was drinking, you know.
Me: Most people are fucking pussies. *glug*

Call us crazy or stupid if you want, but we're probably still cooler than most people. It's only when you disregard personal safety that you're bound to have a fucking blast in my opinion.

It was still a little different though; driving around like old times. It's been a while since we've done that. Earlier in the year we did that shit on a daily basis. Fun times had by all, I assure you. I spent most of the day remembering all the other times we'd hung out, and then that lead to reminiscing about the whole year in general. Cliche, I know. But it couldn't be helped, considering the timing and all.

Me: Mike mentioned something about your cooking earlier. Tells me you make a mean clam sauce.
Him: Oh dude, you have GOT to have my clam sauce.
Me: Oh yes. I DO want your clam sauce. All over my faaaaaace!
Him: ...Gross.

Things certainly have shifted this year. I've gone through three jobs and am now looking again, for starters. I went from working out three hours a day to getting out of bed at 6pm and then getting a whole load of blow in me before I go out and kill hookers and sodomize senior citizens. Just kidding, I don't kill hookers, that's not right. The world needs hookers.

I spent three sick and dramatic months in Bangladesh for summer, but it was still good to spend time with my brother. I was also in a pseudo-relationship for a large portion of the year, was even in love! And then that ended horribly. But that's also fine, because by now it's a yearly routine. No biggies. I'm long past the point where failed relationships and girl trouble are enough to get me down. Fuck that noise.

I remember I went into 2007 so baked I didn't realize it till several hours later. And I came into 2008 taking turns puking with a friend in my bathroom.

Her: Dude, your puking is ridiculously intense.
Me: Really?
Her: Yeah! Like a desert sand monster or something!
Me: I puke like a Sarlacc? AWESOME.

I'm just hoping this year I'll be sober enough to be aware of the year changing. And as for resolutions? Fuck 'em. I'll do what I do when I do it. And if I don't, it probably wasn't worth doing anyway.

Happy New Years folks. Make sure you get as crunk as possible tonight, because I know I will.