go like THIS

showers end, muggy, the temperature drops and mello tells me a story abnout his past turntable turnovers of shitty dj wanna-be's.... god is full of goodies, they give away weed and things to the cheap cookie makers of the local universe of anderson township, let's all give thanks for all the cookies and milestones. it's the 85th year of being part of the comunity, fuck it, let's all give thanks to the cookie gods... I smell pancakes and paint and markers and the dishes are really piling up in my sink and my apartment really stinks bad. but i have a lot of things to get done this week. the pictures are looking cool, but my boss tells me that i need to go get new pants to wear to work, while he has yet to give me any money for being there, and yet to tell me when i'm going to get my first paycheck, just skirts the question whenever i ask him, but it's a job.... whatever.... whatev's.... the scrubbing bubbles flying around the tub swirling swirling swirling the police chasing an SUV down the highway, what ev's... what ev's...
i finally got my check for being kicked out of my apartment illegally, now i will finally get a camera since my old one got stolen from my locker at my old job.
he says, 'i'm a dj and sometimes i drink,' i need my glasses to go like THIS.