Karma Police

klub karma.. ha!

I'm in Johnson City, Tennessee. Last night, Jeremy and I went to a karaoke bar and sang "Like A Virgin"... we butchered it. Chris picked me up from Raleigh and I went to Boone. I stayed with the South African, Chad, and he told me about his future in the adult film industry. Hopefully, it'll all work out for him. The next day, Emily texts and says she wants to put everything behind us. Bygones be bygones, she's back in my life. We drank some forties and played Nintendo. Jeremy had a house party the other night where he tried to leave, ran over the bushes and messed up his car. He threw his Blackberry at Meghan and broke it. Cosmo and Jeremy picked me up from Boone and we came to Erwin. My holga pictures didn't develop at all. I am destined to suck at everything creative.

We also went to a ghetto club called Karma last night where people fought and the cops came.

Yikes!

I leave for Boone at about seven o'clock tonight. It snowed today. I took pictures with my new Holga. I went out to eat with The Journalist the other night at the place that had Clap Your Hands Say Yeah after the Marijuana March of 2007. Our waitress had a Holga. She was stoked to see I had one, too. She was telling me about it's apparent badassness. I just hope the pictures turn out and I'm a better photographer than painter. I painted a picture the other night. It looks like a four year old did it. Bought a 1969 Polaroid camera at a thrift store. And a Steve Martin book. Both of these things are useless until I put effort into them. Illegally downloading Religulous broke my hard drive, by the way. So, stay away from that shit, yo.