Friday, May 28, 2004
I Wrote It on a Napkin
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I wrote it on a napkin – I said I wanted to be part of a secret society. I said it like 6 fucking months ago. “Like the Stonecutters” yeah, like the fucking Masons and Skulls. We’ll be executing a will in 80, no 60, years, and you’ll say, “Do you still have the watch?” and we’ll all be like “Fuck yeah,” I still have it and raise our arms up and say “What the fuck, hell yeah!” We’re in. I wrote it on a napkin and slipped it in a new book I lent to a friend who turned out not to be. She still has my book.
S*
2004.05.28
I wrote it on a napkin – I said I wanted to be part of a secret society. I said it like 6 fucking months ago. “Like the Stonecutters” yeah, like the fucking Masons and Skulls. We’ll be executing a will in 80, no 60, years, and you’ll say, “Do you still have the watch?” and we’ll all be like “Fuck yeah,” I still have it and raise our arms up and say “What the fuck, hell yeah!” We’re in. I wrote it on a napkin and slipped it in a new book I lent to a friend who turned out not to be. She still has my book.
S*
2004.05.28
