The Porn Star, The Bowl, & Starbucks : 03.28.03 @ 9:08 pm

I think this will be the only time I will ever be able to say that I smoked a bowl with a Porn Star.

Considering I'm probably not going to do pot again and I'm probably never going to see a porn star again, I can say that with confidence. It wasn't exclusively with The Porn Star whose name I don't remember, it was with a friend who will remain unnamed. Yea, it was fun.

I was done taking pictures [of the friend, not the Porn Star] and they were going to go home and smoke - and asked if I wanted to.
And really, try everything once, right? So I went. Had a few "hits" (I am so not used to all these names that they called everything) and then proceeded to go to 7-11 and have a conversation with a bitter cop with a migraine (who complained about having a shit job and a wife and three kids). Then Porn Star and friend left me off at Starbucks so I could get my tips ($60!) and I spent the next four hours outside talking with the off-work co-workers and the regulars.

Hehe I love them! I love them all!. Warm and fuzziness.

They manage to put up with my stupidity, lack of annunciation and yea... I hope I wasn't too annoying.
Yea so this whole experience has been... enlightening, I suppose.

Hmmmm.
My head hurts and is all fuzzy.

I am such a dumb ass.

/A

P.S. I'm having the damnest time saying FAH-SEE-SH-US.
(Face... no Feace... no damnit.. ferce..)
And "Frappechino" is now an adjective... it means "preppy, hot, white female".

P.S. I had more to say. But my brain is still fuzzy and I sort of forgot anyway.

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