So, how much are they paying you?
Paying me for what?
For babysitting that beer.
I was actually very comforted to know that despite what changes you go through in yourself, Riverside will always remain Riverside. Couldn't help but feel that same warmth. I also enjoyed looking at the familiar Riverside night sky, a sight rare in smog congested downtown LA. There's things to love about both places, but Riverside definitely feels like home.
Downing soymilk during beer pong was the hallmark of the night. That and watching that white girl grind on that awkward dumb dick made this party worth the 30 miles.
Today reminded me on why I loved playing shows. The people you meet. Because of its low attendance, today just felt like a rotated jam session, where everyone got a fair share on sharing their musical talents. I loved every second of it.
Congratulations Pacquiao, too.
Speech and Debate representing CSULA tomorrow. Fuck me.
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