Malaise

My favorite presidential speech has to be Carter's malaise speech... unfortunately my life is too similar to his America. Its mostly boring, but always stressful. I don't have a girlfriend, a home, a real job... I do have money though, and some friends. One moved out west, to Oregon, a couple years ago. Her name is Miranda and I talked to her last night. We resolved that I should come for a visit, and maybe stay a while.

Miranda is three years older than me, I met her back when I first started to get into drugs, (which, by the way, was way too early--10), and she hooked me up with a lot of her friends in town. I hooked up with her when I was 13. We were never dating or anything though, although I never felt closer to anyone. I haven't since, but I'm sure it wont be the same when I get out there. Still the visit should be good for me.

The trip there is also going to be a blast. I'm taking a bus up to Vermont, then another one into Canada, after crossing a couple provinces I'll meet up with her in Vancouver. I've heard great things about BC. Miranda will have the in on the scene there if she wants to go, she never went anywhere that had uncertain or negative vibes. (Every place she ever took me was filled with steez, yet somehow still classy enough to make always wonder things like: should I take my shoes off here? Elbows on the table? Does my belt match? . . .) I hear great things about the bud in the NW, not to mention the Canadian club scene!

I'm going to be legal in Canada as of tomorrow, the big 18! This sun is setting on the 17, this small ass town, and well, the damn time zone. So I'm going to go out with the boys for a bueno vista blunt. These motha' fukas better remember me well. I'm going to make sure they do tonight.

I may do a party post later...


p.s.
Shawndeez and Bert will be taking care of my home bizz, don't be alarmed if they pick up the bud line instead of me.