Uncategorized: June 2007 Archives
Last night we went downtown to see Grand Buffet for the arts festival. The show was supposed to take place in Market Square, which is where angry, violent black people like to sit all day, but because of the weather it was held inside some art gallery on Liberty Avenue.
Halfway through the acts, some of my friends decided to hit Arby's. On the way back we met a nice old man who just got out of jail. He explained to us that he is an angel (like Michael, except this guy's a better dancer). The angel--I think his name is Peter--revealed that my friends are going to heaven, but I most likely am not. I am okay with this.
After the angel proclaimed his wisdom, and told us stories of a young junkie named Holly and his own victorious battle with crack and heroin addiction, he disappeared into a nearby McDonald's. That's my story.
Halfway through the acts, some of my friends decided to hit Arby's. On the way back we met a nice old man who just got out of jail. He explained to us that he is an angel (like Michael, except this guy's a better dancer). The angel--I think his name is Peter--revealed that my friends are going to heaven, but I most likely am not. I am okay with this.
After the angel proclaimed his wisdom, and told us stories of a young junkie named Holly and his own victorious battle with crack and heroin addiction, he disappeared into a nearby McDonald's. That's my story.
