Schmappy Schmourth in The grotesque metamorphosis of a Bi-Polar human into a Tri-polar monster.

Mother fucking fourth of July.

I am like, the least patriotic person in the entire world…I think nationalism is a fucking vapid human construct and borders are nothing but a way to accumulate and keep wealth.

That being said, I’m about to head out to a BBQ and I’m kind of excited about it because it’s at one of my newest and dearest friends houses…and I’m not going to know anyone except for him, and that’s going to be exciting…and also slightly terrifying…but mostly exciting.

Mostly exciting.

I really should be getting ready, but the party starts in 5 minutes and I’m not about to be the first person to show up…I figure I’ll finish drinking this 40 of Mickeys and call my Lyft and I’ll be stylishly late…I’ll show up about an hour after the party starts, with a slight buzz going…and everything will just be ultra groovy.

I don’t have a lot of time to write, so I’m not going to write a lot.

But, last night the math teacher invited me over for some Netflix and Chill…but I had already made plans to go out with a bunch of dudes from class…and honestly, going out with dudes from class just sounded like a way better time anyway, so that’s what I did.

I mean, I probably could have got my fuck on…but, that gives me anxiety to think about…so I took the safe route.

Out server at the restaurant was really cool, we asked her if she’d ever done acid, and she had, and so we talked a little bit about that, because me and two of the other guys are planning on getting a hotel right on the beach in Laguna and tripping out for half a day…I think it’s one of the better ideas I’ve ever had.

One of the guys has never tripped…so that will be fun.

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Anyway, I really should start getting ready and finish this beer so I can go get my BBQ on.

DTSA HERE I COME!!!

I hope you’re having a great holiday.
I love you.
I’ll talk to you soon.

-Dane