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my attempt at a real blog
I got flown to Texas for sxsw, or as we say for short, south by. That's how the insiders' say it btw.
At the Vice party, I saw these dudes. Shane lost 42 lbs by eating a lot of frosted mini wheats or whatever. Sir Doushe took care of me with good vibes.
We went to a hippy backyard BBQ and Bright Black played. I drank iced tea and ate sunflower seeds and felt kinda stoned.
Peace. A heavy concept. Something to think about.
These dudes showed up. New York is everywhere.
Day two of Vice party. Nadine and I bro-ed until she dissed me for bumps of coke.
These guys hated the party. They were over everything and feeling bummed.
SIKE!
Flo and I got $50 worth of ribs from the Iron Works and fed the boys post show. Tailgating with ribs is pretty spesh.
Afterwards though, you feel kinda shitty. I wanted to spell out "Texas" with the bones but I got yelled at because it was taking too long.
Billy, my friend from rehab, let me crash at his super deluxxxe pad. I had my own room and bathroom and he made fresh coffee in the morning and we ate fruit and scones too.
Astrid, his girlfriend, not as good looking but a lot smarter. 
Gavin, having not eaten for 3 days, felt really comfortable spacing out.
Going away with new friends is always better then staying home alone crying naked and shivering in a corner. Thanks for the mammories!
12:37 a.m. - 2006-03-20
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