(snuggling!)
MAGIE is here, MAGIE is here!
MAGIE is like my oldest homegirl in the world...for some retarded reason she recently moved to St. Louis...but she's visiting this weekend...and i'm stoked.
MAGIE and i have been through everything together, Christ we went through puberty together and that counts for somethin' in of itself...i think i met her when she was 14 and i was 16...we've gotten into all sorts of trouble over the years...there was even a time when we hated each other, hard core hated each other (my fault!)...i've been in more fights because of MAGIE than i can remember...i don't know, we were kids, and our hormones were a' raging and i thought i was a tough guy and she thought she was a tough girl and she hung out with some dudes who thought they were tough and blah blah it led to some foul shit...like "meet me on the corner motherfucker!!!" shit...ha! so funny. idiots!
but, we've been super duper for years now...and i love her to death...and she's here!
the last time i saw her was i-don't-know-when...whenever Rock The Bells was...so, the last time i saw her was at Rock The Bells last year...a friend from Denver bought me the ticket and flew out here for the show (convention?) otherwise you couldn't have paid me to attend that silliness...anyhoo, so i'm at Rock The Bells wandering around aimlessly in the parking lot at AT&T Ballpark ("great venue dude!") getting sun raped by, uh, the sun...i'm red as hell, full on lobster mode, my VIP (vip? right, me and 6,000 other kids) drink tickets are all gone, Public Enemy is live but i can't hear anything because they're set up half a mile away...i'm standing in this weird nexus between the two stages so there's lot's trainwrecking going on...i think some granola backpack rap is going on behind me (was Josh Martinez performing?) and all i can think of is Steve Dickison talking about Charles Ives...ha!...so i'm just ready to bolt or have a nervous breakdown when somebody taps me on the shoulder, lo and effing behold it's MAGIE...we both freak out and jump all over each other, we knew that we were both going to to be at the show (convention?) but didn't expect to run into each other, i think there were 850,000 hip hoppers in attendace so...but we did, we freaking ran into each other, SO meant to be...so, i get to complaining about the show (convention?) and she's totally agreeing and i'm like "let's split!" and she's like "i'm here with friends" and i say "me too..." and she says "should we?" and i say "hell yeah, let's go...now." and we start walking, fast, towards the exit...and before we know it were in a cab in full on ditch-friends-we-came-with-who-treated-us-to-VIP-tickets mode...we're dicks and we know it! so, we end up in the Lower Haight at Molotov's and we do some catching up and beer drinking and cuddling and she has to hop on BART for the East Bay and that's the last of it...my friend who i ditched hated my guts for a while, it was a shitty thing to do and i can't believe she still talks to me...but it was MAGIE, my oldest friend in the world!
i'm going to tackle the living hell out of her when i see her...you hear that MAGIE? brace yourself!
WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN! (bad joke!)
4 comments:
"...it led to some fowl shit"
when birds' poop, the fit has hit the shan, that's fo sho.
fo mofuckin' sho.
Simple solution: Sorry, dudes, I'm splitting the sword fight action to hang with a honey. Deal. Go and get jealous if you wish. . .
mofuck, fowl is changed to foul. thank log.
I love you from here to the moon. Ditching our friends at the concert was so worth it. Even though your situation was worse, because it was actually a "girl" you ditched. But we've discussed your tendency to be able to be a dick and we're OK with that, because your still really, really good at heart and I love you and that concert was lame any way.
See you tomorrow. I can't wait to see your FACE!
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