My friends are so fucking talented

Yesterday:

Wake up at seven. Went back to bed because it was way too early. It looked nice out and I wanted to run but my body wouldn't let me move from my comfy sheets and newly washed covers. Yes I finally did laundry. Laundromats are weird. Got a call from Unni at ten asking if I could help him with his history class online. Thoroughly enjoyed talking about the New Masons and the Cold War and Marxism and segregation and the Gulf of Tonkin. Helped him write a kick ass essay. Miles came at three to help me do my laundry since I'm a n00b to laundromats. Unni leaves. I pack all my clothes in a suit case and grab my camera. On the way I see the most gorgeous woman and run across the street to take her photo. I get hit in the head with her umbrella. Do laundry. Come home. Watch Michael Jackson's This is It. Kinda sad. Get a call from Victor. He came with sheri to talk about Dust. Irwin comes over a bit later. We talk about the new issue and we're all pretty effing excited to have such great talented photographers this issue. We talk about putting up a show. We get hungry and get pizza. I made friends with the arabic guy behind the country and talked to him in more horrible choppy arabic. We leave and go to elliots. Moments later I am just completely stoned. So stoned I give my keys and phone to victor. I feel like I could make some bad decisions tonight. We cant decide on what to drink. We write a ton of alcohol on pieces of paper and put it in a hat. They pick mine. Rum. Oh jesus. 15 minutes later the alcohol is here and all I remember is looking at a book on Tim Burton and some photo book. I had to put it down I was getting self concious. We hang out and listen to amazing music. I find a tiny sketch book. I guess whenever anyone comes to their apartment you have to draw something. Anything. I flipped through and saw these amazing works from my friends who I had no idea could even draw. For the past two years I just saw them as friends who went to school with me and who I liked shooting with. I never stopped to think they'd be good at anything else as horrible as it sounds? I got extremely happy knowing I have such great and talented friends. I wish I had my camera then to take photos of some of their artwork.

I'll write more later today. Errands. Dig