The day starts as so. Woke up and watched as much sportscenter as possible. The bulls had won last night in triple overtime. I had attended the game. Thank you Dan Perzan. Best game ever? Possibly. In the future google "Joakim Noah steal", and you'll know whats up.
After a few hours of sportscenter I went to my dreaded shit hole school to print large fauxmerican apparel ads I created. It was for a gallery, being run by none other than Mikul Wing himself. Of course. My pieces were a hit. I sold them. I sold one to Laura (she was glowing as usual) so that shouldn't count.
I'm in love with any girl who gives me the slightest bit of attention these days, but all MY attention gets filtered to an 18 year old girl named Laura. Funny thing is the piece of art she bought reads in big bold letters "young as fuck" across the top, in the typical american apparel font. The image is of a 12 year old girl doing the splits in the air. Ironic? Fucked up? Who cares.
Played a shit show at a shit bar but hung out with good people. I saw my friend Blake there, who knows my friend Tif, who I was on the fone with at the bar...I wouldn't know either of these people if I never met Kirsten, who I never see these days anyway. The first time I met Tif was at some faux party at the Noble Tree Cafe. She was crying over something god knows what, but I remember I had myself a little crush then. She looked cool. Turns out she is.
I really like people, and I really like girls. Never go to 4500 N. Elston....Well maybe.
Game 7 of what is being dubbed the greatest Nba first series ever, is tomorrow. Bulls Celtics!
David
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