Heat
When I got to college in the summer of 2001 (that’s not when I started attending, I’m talking about when I arrived there to start my junior year) all we did was get really high and watch Heat. For about a week straight, we watched Heat like 4 times a day. Shit was bugged.
Anyway, it was really hot this weekend. I’m not sure if anyone else did anything other than try to picture me naked, but I was all over the fucking place.
On Saturday, I did some early morning adult-sized drinking with my homie Abraham before getting on the LIRR heading off towards Belmont for a day of drinking and betting. It was a great day, my man hit a trifecta. It was sunny. Racing season is through July 24th. Go check it out. It’s even actually a decent place to take a date (no homo).
On Sunday I met up with some people headed by the ex-GF at Penn Station to go out to Long Beach. Long story short, you cannot drink beer on Long Beach and you do need to put suntan lotion on your feet.
That’s all now.
