st patricks day. avoided clever dunnes at all costs, the only irish bar on olive way...after bentons dropped in to hollyhood at havana. every nights another story. today jordy & i procured some epic pow frosties. i dont even know how old i was when i last had a frosty, but my god, they are banging. ive had endless energy at work lately, its been bizarre. vitamins are insane. now im eating pretzels, listening to elliott smith, worrying about austins whereabouts, noticing the space needle is lit up green...
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