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miles davis sings the blues
2004-05-23 | 7:57 a.m.

the first time I ever visited London was when I was twelve; my mother put christopher, sam and me on a tour bus while she went shopping, and while christopher and sam slept, I saw the tour of london eight times. my mother finally chased down the tour bus while we were on our ninth circle of london. she said that we were giving her a headache, so she sent us into madame tussads, which totally freaked me out. then we ate at mcdonalds before taking the train back to poland.

I had a bad drug experience on thursday. I bought the wrong kind of dxm, the kind with pseudoephedrine in it, and anthony and I both drank a bottle of it. the usual stuff happened; I swam under the ocean with penguins, I flew around the solar system and around glaciers, around snowy mountains. I was a robot. my back muscles told me that its name was tyrese. but when I woke up that morning I thought I had been run over by a bus. my short term memory was also gone, and I kept going deaf. I slept and vomited all day friday, and it was still with me on saturday, when I got on the plane. this is how friday was, basically:

me: what's the worst thing you can think of?

anthony: well, you know how responsibility -- wait, what did you say?

me: uhh... what? did you say something?

anthony: I feel like someone hit me on the head with a... what was I talking about? did we just have a conversation?

me: what? did you say something?

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