I was in a classroom. The space was quite grand and castle-like, but felt like high school. As the teacher lectured, Jack handed me bags and bags of pot, which I cautiously shoved into a bookbag. Someone gave a presentation on rhetoric. Then we went to the after-party. I watched myself drop the bag into a trashcan, not even thinking about all of the pot I had just stuffed inside of it. A lot of rappers were there, I think it was like the Wu-Tang Clan or something. I played this videogame where an actual cat jumped at my face, and the object was to pry it off and throw it at a certain wall to gain points. When I did, though, the couple of guys by the television got really mad. Like, offended. By then I remembered my bookbag and the pot. I went over to the trashcan and saw that it was filled with a thick, slimy substance which had completely subsumed my bag. I pulled it out, and opened it up. The pot was covered in mucus. I was like, "I guess it's a sign."
This is my music video for "It's Not Easy When You're Me"
You guys, I've been told I need to do a better job of promotimg my band, so I'm trying my hand at ye olde myspace spamming... Have you ever been friends with a myspace spammer? Have you ever woken up next to a myspace spammer? I figure in the future we'll all probably be robots anyway, so I'm cool with it...
sooo i'm writing a short story for capstone and dan told me you had written one for yours and i was wondering if you could email it to me so i could read it? !?! ... there was something else too...this isn't it but when's our band going on tour? and this isn't it either but do you have any plans of being in the area in the near future?
dude i love this song (suburbs). i know i already told you in person but i wanted to tell you on myspace so it would be official. so i almost went to maine and i almost called you to beg you to go. but i didn't douche-it. (please don't read that literally...)