b@rf b@gs 0f r3dempt10n
new york, north cakalaka, and compton, checka, checka, check it out...six a.m. and my empty bag lay on the bed as unconcious as i am. last minute toasts, fourteen beers later and i gotta jet. i am getting on an aeroplane.
it's sort of funny, my mind never gets in to travel mode until i am on that plane and in my seat. the feeling of oncoming doom takes a break and lets a smooth mello whif of calm float over me. its the same shit everytime. until the weight of my luggage is the only weight on my mind, nothing feels right. next stop charlotte.
listening to ))) nuthin'
posted by deryke @ 7:30 PM
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