The other night it was too cold to continue through cemetarys in norwhich and talk of how hobo's dwelled there and then albie was ill and then we couldn't stay at his house again and it was funny that all the while we were cautious for the homeless until i noted that john was in fact living out of his vehicle.
A while ago I thought about living at the casino for a week with a few friends; acquiring free food somehow, and sleeping on cozy benches. Well it's all quite possible, as demonstrated by John and I the particular night when sleeping at albie's was no longer an option. Too many slumber parties? Anyways, Condiments were swiped from a twenty something floor room service cart, a tiny hidden corner under the escalator slept two people uncomfortably, but the escalator casted four shadows on nearby walls that left open interpretation of sexes and gender, which became a mesmirizing activity at four am, seventeenth floor sound traveling through designs, a man with no pants, laughing at gaudy architecture, and spotting and finding tony p. on his cell phone many floors away, plus many other activities but certainly made me reconsider the whole week plan of living at the casino. Maybe if I made tee shirts for the event i'd reconsider.
Last night we all watched 2 8 days later with twelve blankets or so and i kept falling asleep and waking up to demon noises.
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