Productive

That word has consumed my life. Even now, stoned, I feel the need to be productive. Tonight was fun. Ryan, Milo and I just cruised around town with not much to do. We brought skate boards, even though I dont really know how to skateboard. I really just try to sail off ledges and stairs and land, balancing on the skateboard.

Did I say I was attacked by ants? Yea, the other day. And now my feet are covered in scabs and blisters. We were all going to do our laundry down on the corner, and after a good splif Mimi sparked up, I was standing outside looking at the firepit that had filled in with rain water. It was full of insects and dragonflies and floating leaves. I was so drawn in by the micro-ecosystem that i didnt realize the ants pileing up on my feet. Now i suffer, oh life is shit.

JK JK, life is great! We went to waterworks after the skateboarding and I landed some bold dance moves on Moniek. And Lindsay entertained us with her un-inhibited candor! Oh Allen Ginsburg why do I only want to read you? Its really just this one poem, something about the transcription of organ music, and it talks about a plant and how it is so basic. It only has a desire to exist, and is perfect in it's simplicity. Oh cannibis, so simple and perfect. Blouuugh, the best part of tonight was when we stopped at some random house to see if the guy was selling any coke. We were way off, and somehow I had to do the talking, and i was totally sketched out. The guy was all like "im not into that sort of think, but dont worry i wont call the cops on you".

Im falling asleep, zzzzzzzzzzzzz...