"i want some puntang pie"
-kinlin

on the PACKED bus back to boston i met a crazy character, we'll call him rupert. rupert, upon seeing me standing there waiting for the bus engaged in a conversation that quickly turned to drugs. thinking he was some sort of shady coke head i attempted to escape. no luck. then it turned out that we knew some of the same people and the conversation continued. i was instructed on the proper manufacturing technique and protocol of both crystal meth and crank. on the bus we sat in adjacent seats at which point we shot shit for quite some time before i bored and wandered off towards sleep. what this story fails to convey, is the total sketchyness that this guy was. rupert was weird. i was genuinely afraid for my life. anyway, there was a beautiful baby sitting a few seats up. clearly a freshman on her way to college (BU according to her sweatshirt) she has no idea how badly i wanted to be sitting with her and not rupert. rupert also wanted to sit with her. i have a suspicion that rupert kidnaps people. or something. he cant be anything but a crook. which reminds me, im fricken hungry.

back in boston. hung out with my sister last night. then we went to st. anselms lovely university in goffstown new hampshire. after basically smoking and drinking for a good portion of the day the chaos continued with madness galore. first cards and smoking at the laprell palace. then stealing signs with st. louis. then walking down ninja paths. playing (losing) beirut many games in a row. smoking. at this point in our adventure i walked back up the mountain to laprells place and turned into a vomit machine. if you are confused by this stories haphazard style or the overall difference in structure and grammar patterns its because both yesterday and today ive been pretty out of it.

if you call someone a motherfucker, that is a bad thing, right? then why does kinlin keep telling me he has sexual relations with my mommy? what a moron.