Last Night:
We found some dive bar that was set up like someones shitty living room.
Began drinking, music sucked.
Old ass video game table.
Left there pretty lit, got here waiting on a bomb Moroccan wrap.
Then a shorty outside knocked on the window and was pointing at Stan.
He didn't recognise her at first but rolled outside to talk to her since she was hot.
She knew him from Montreal and seen him from their table across the street.
Told Stan they were going to the same bar we were.
We got to Max Fish and I got pretty hammered and stopped taking pictures.
One of those girls from Montreal bought a round of some kind of harsh shit I cant remember.
It was in glasses and the shots were fucking huge.
When we broke out I stopped by a McDonalds, I hadn't eaten that shit in a minute, got a big mac.
Got back on the train all fucked up headed uptown, not sure if its because I was drunk or the Big Mac.
Hopped off the train at 49th st. and puked the big mac into a garbage can and hopped back on the next train.
Felt better, didn't take pics though because Suki would probably kick my ass for biting.
Got home and smoked one then started sketching shit.
New Decade.